2/13/15
I want to be a dust cloud
off the grid as a ghost,
invisible.
The will to be unaffiliated
and resilient with equipoise.
I'm the moon light at night,
the sun blaze by day,
the thunder of my memory is yet to come. my Guessing will soon be forgotten.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
2/13/15
I want to be a dust cloud
off the grid as a ghost,
invisible.
The will to be unaffiliated
and resilient with equipoise.
I'm the moon light at night,
the sun blaze by day,
the thunder of my memory is yet to come. my Guessing will soon be forgotten.
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