made of clouds
evanescent
vagabond into the sky,
waiting for you to look up
before the anonymous wind
flee him.
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Teacup and other Torments
PoetryTell me why you're alone -the wonderland is forever closed. This is for the hearts who never find their homes.
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made of clouds
evanescent
vagabond into the sky,
waiting for you to look up
before the anonymous wind
flee him.
