Let me sing you a song dear,
of moors wide and skies clear...
Tonight I'm sipping nostalgia bitterly
from a chipped mug. Hunched over...
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"We are the hollow men...
I am from the olden days
from common sense...
A ghost is not a person,
but a space...
She folded the yellow paper in half
to make a crease, then folded it again...
Can you see the colors
of the beautiful ocean...
God..
"Forgive me for I...
I loosen my hair in the wind,
writing fragments of poetry...
I like to see a little girl
playing with her brother's friends...
Early days
seized chaos...
Desire had been an illness.
For it warped the minds so anchored in make-shift...