She looked odd , yet unbroken.
But the words were not spoken.
They were token.
She was yet left weak.
But outside was bleak.
She wasn't in motion.
All she dreamt of is the ocean.
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The Love Of Poetry
PoetryHighest ranking #1 bestpoetry on 7/8/2022 just a bunch of my poems written by me. enjoy!❤❤❤ NO COPYING MY BOOK IN ANY WAY OR STEALING MY POEMS!!!
