Floating,
like a star above the sky, quite and shy but, why should i, seduce myself to separation and exploitation of the "modern man". I live like a musk, a helpless sheep, why do i float, on repeat, The world is a 2 inch canvas with 1 haired brush, but i lust in the virtual, must haves and the must drags a "tired" world just a float.
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Author:
08Desjac (
Offline) - Published: September 20th, 2017 18:07
- Comment from author about the poem: First to date. Havent writen in my life. Comments ?
- Category: Sad
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