we're trained to be on top.
shutting doors on daydreams
and letting the sky slip between our fingers.
what has the world come to?
without the morning dew.
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
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we're trained to be on top.
shutting doors on daydreams
and letting the sky slip between our fingers.
what has the world come to?
without the morning dew.
