1.7.17

their hands
pulled the bridge.
my mind at a slow state
still recognized
the scent and pretty face,
who knows my buttons
and which lullaby
puts me to sleep
no matter the shape
of the moon

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Author: martin

i'm martin, i'm 27 and i like to write poetry

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