Just another daydreaming simpleton. I like it best here, because none of you know me, but could end up knowing me.
Idk if this is poetry or not but its how I feel.
24/F/In the depths
v.// ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness//
Camp Johnson Crossing NW
“Violins are for sissies” she said “I play violin” I answered “I like sissies” she replied
Wield them proud for they are your own. Words are yours to cast in stone. Unsheathe them with reason and rhyme. Reveal them so they ...
Th1rt3en is a divine number.
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