maybe my body will be bound to this earth, disguising myself into the sea of it's strangers.
and my soul be wandering the depths of its emptiness, searching for a home that was never there.
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mellifluous | poetry
Poetryrhyming words that I mean with all my heart; before my heart gets torn apart. © OCTOBER 2017 - TBA
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maybe my body will be bound to this earth, disguising myself into the sea of it's strangers.
and my soul be wandering the depths of its emptiness, searching for a home that was never there.