Apr 2021
Fleeting glance
it is a memory
illusionary
I see it
blurring
every bit
my leg up
And down
around my
tiny visions.
it is a memory
illusionary
I see it
blurring
every bit
my leg up
And down
around my
tiny visions.
(24/F/Living inside the poetry)
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