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6d
Floating

Here. it’s where i’ll always be.

In this grey space i get visited.
I get plagued by the weather in my head, and sometimes, it drowns me
Can’t count how many times you’ve been here
Standing beside me
This poem was written at 4:49 pm, on November 21st.
Written by
Foogle  14
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