"Who are you?"
"A fleeting thought."
"Where do you go?"
"To memories never sought."
"Where do you come from?"
"A mere feeling, perhaps."
"When do you leave?"
"As soon as your attention snaps."
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
