Undergone some of
It, known as
Confused stoush, a melee
Within my own emotions
Not capable of
Dealing with it
It will torn my conscience
Apart, where
The oceans meet up
And talk about their journeys
About all places
My altitude has even raised
To the galaxies of stars
I am a type a person who
Will dance in the rain
Rather, staying tough
At Least I am allegiant
To my dreams
Those minute pings
Will let me
Towards my,
Me nature
I am in a search
Of my fireflies, and
Nostalgic poems
That accord me
With, bliss
A muddling thought came
Over,
Rhapsodic enough
Will let my way
Through the winds
Escaping my maudlin
Nature
Farther and further
Will I, take over the throne
That was mine
From a really long time
Awaiting for me
With impatience
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