as my eyes slam shut.
My hopefuless outweighs my common sense.
Warmth fades to neutral; reminiscing what you said.
I should not let myself read so far into these things.
No monsters, but my night thoughts - laying under my bed.
as my eyes slam shut.
My hopefuless outweighs my common sense.
Warmth fades to neutral; reminiscing what you said.
I should not let myself read so far into these things.
No monsters, but my night thoughts - laying under my bed.
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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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