#quintella - Hello Poetry

millions of tears when the shadows flood then humans were gift the light of hope so self immersed the human became all that was taught dispersed like smoke now millions of tears mix ash and blood

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Apr 17, 2019

Apr 17, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC

james-study

Millions Of Tears

millions of tears when the shadows flood then humans were gift the light of hope so self immersed the human became all that was taught dispersed like smoke now millions of tears mix ash and blood

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Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder if I’m a manifestation of someone’s imagination. Or dreamt by one in deep slumber Trapped by a spell they are under. Often I feel invisible; There are few who really see who I am when they look at me. Though far from being miserable, I find my world more mystical.

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Apr 2, 2015

Apr 2, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC

ms_reluctance

A "Real " Person

Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder if I’m a manifestation of someone’s imagination. Or dreamt by one in deep slumber Trapped by a spell they are under. Often I feel invisible; There are few who really see who I am when they look at me. Though far from being miserable, I find my world more mystical.

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Trembling, wrecked, broken into two, I stand here, alone, in the rain, Waiting to be whole again. I know I need to start anew. So, at last, I let go of you.

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC

ms_reluctance

Petrichor

Trembling, wrecked, broken into two, I stand here, alone, in the rain, Waiting to be whole again. I know I need to start anew. So, at last, I let go of you.

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