.
I blend,
In the highway
State.
I flee
The worldwide
Quake.
I run away
Slowly making my way
‘Til the end of the dayEnd of dayss
Blurry stake.
I wander
Half asleep,
And half awake.
The spiral
Goes down
To my diary’s take.
.
I blend,
In the highway
State.
I flee
The worldwide
Quake.
I run away
Slowly making my way
‘Til the end of the dayEnd of dayss
Blurry stake.
I wander
Half asleep,
And half awake.
The spiral
Goes down
To my diary’s take.
nice poem Cyranny! 🙂
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