![]() SubjectA Poem by Ms. Twitch![]() Inspiration found at Wilson Park among the trees.![]()
I must say the past tense to present the future with a sentence worth understanding.
With each subject to be changed as time carries on, only to be met back by the predicate to my thoughts. Dazed gazes swallowing the clouds, tingling at the senses, arousing the most fragile of memories taking up precious space. No place for my words to go except in clouds of smoke Between you and I, his story becoming intertwined in mine, Searching for the exit sign, searching but have yet to find.
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