Every time I find myself doing nothing, I scribble. I scribble thoughts of beautiful memories. I scribble thoughts of loneliness. Few of them are real and few are but fruits of wild imagining. Let me share to you my life in poetry.
- In the Corner of the Deserted Chamber
- Wreck
- Playing.
The rest of the poems will be posted later. Enjoy!
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Very poetic.
And not just poetic.
Smart.
♂: thank you. really appreciated.