Naked SightA Poem by gypsynight
I see in black and white.
It's real so it has a backside. Just like the open wounds. Out of sight, out of mind. We are all just fools. Trying to impress other fools. Except me I built mystery as a means to me. I'm like the bridge you never burned. The chicken who flew over the street instead of walking. You can't reach me. But i'll learn to haunt you. Though everyone one whats to be free and have fun. I've had my fun and learned playing in the sun burns. So lets work hard for what we get and never forget. ...To slow down and take a look at all we had.
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