Puzzle
There's a piece of me that is missing,
I remember, with love, I handed it to you,
but you are nowhere to find now,
I wonder how could I recollect myself again,
knowing that you will never going back.
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Far Side of the Moon
PoetryNow, I am exposing what's on the unlit part of the moon. What you haven't seen. What you haven't heared. What you do not know. In form of poorly written poetries, prose and short stories. Highest rank: #4 in Poetry (08/06/17)
