ordinaryA Poem by highonwordsi've gotten out of young, i am almost old as the cold that outgrew me ordinary, and i don't feel different, i wanted to feel different, so i stopped wanting to feel everything at once, when it's mostly nothing i should feel ordinary on different days waking cold, drinking the cold i stopped feeling the cold different on ordinary days, hollower than the deadest moon, night dragged on my feet that stranded mornings, on the other side of dreams, i'll never wake from © 2016 highonwordsReviews
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1 Review Added on August 13, 2016 Last Updated on August 13, 2016 AuthorhighonwordsAboutNOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..Writing
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