Travel
Damn that boisterous cricket that bid us to wish on burning orbs of gas one of a million incoherent songs I wandered to find and lost myself chasing stars dodging shadows I cast myself into woods of nothingness where I stumbled upon something that led me to you perhaps a block I laid myself or your foot I may have gone too far * I wrote this only a few days ago and I can’t quite remember what I meant one of those things that just came out. So I said what I said 🤷🏻♀️
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When there are too many words, I write. When there aren't enough, I sing.
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