Ode to a lost thoughtA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoI just had it wrapped around my little finger about to spit it out at the right moment when a boisterous breeze of forgetfulness smothered me with amnesia Come back to me, evasive one I promise, I will hold on to you this time I will gather your friends to make sure that you are not alone that moment you decide to come home.
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Added on March 30, 2017 Last Updated on March 30, 2017 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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