i am prone to wander, an ocean of thought
as the writings on the sand are erased by tides
so is my past, all of what you've forced my feet
to move through, few find peace from heartless people
but like you, i will find a way to escape you
and the dreams i have will be of someone else
and the fragmented seashells will be replaced
by new ones
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"happy" poetry
Poetryinstead of the full challenge since i am lazy i give you these crappy poems, sarah