The Dancer
No one was there to see
as she danced on
letting herself be free
removing the mask that was worn
the thunder struck outside
but she didn't care
all alone in this fight
Only holding onto a prayer
[incompleted]
written: don't remember
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Scrambled Verses at Midnight
Poetry┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✧･ﾟ ┊ ✧･ﾟ ✧･ﾟ Things that can considered poems by the loosest definition Just messy aimless lines my brain somehow scrambled together and I thought, why n...
