ADay
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A letter to my past selfA Poem by ADayTime, the fickle thing has trapped you in its maze for far too longHidden in the farthest reachesWhere light even with all its speed, loses its stamin.. |
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The ClimbA Poem by ADayAt the base of the summit, she stoodThe gravesite behind her haunted the wind at her backWhispered bitter nothings in her earTaunting, teasing, tantal.. |
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White FerrariA Poem by ADayinspired by the frank ocean song |
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Smoke and CyanideA Poem by ADayseeking self-destruction in others |
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