A memory of a person that I never even knew.
Something or other, you are déjà vu.
A sad story from a book, the lines and the strings,
the glass in my heel, and the bones in my wings.
I don't know what to think,
I don't know my own opinion,
for this, or for that,
but I don't think it matters.
The hair in my eyes, or the tag on my shirt,
music to my ears, and the cool to my burn.
What am I supposed to think about this?
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Poems probably
الشعرthe later parts are a lot better than the first ones in my opinion poems and random stuff i want to put on here
