we owning the same sky,
but choosing two distinct ways.we breathing the same air,
but finding distance around.we both sailing the same sea,
but it's raining.does it means there is no "us" anymore?
or "us" never exist from the start?-dsm
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Words; a quiet crowd
Poetrythis book including; /mostly broken hearted quotes/ . . . be aware; a quiet crowds belonging yours enjoy! cr. cover: canva