FrijaA Poem by winter;lyra
what shadow is pulling the string
before the projected image of uncertainty what emotion is he prying on? my presence is debatable - is it not? where am i - what am i when lacking freedom to not be when scarcely aware of what it means when barely attached by a weak string the current tide is serene i might as well let it be © 2017 winter;lyra |
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Added on July 16, 2017 Last Updated on July 16, 2017 Author
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