The ride of a coaster.
The sight of the sea.
The feeling I have
When there is no one but me.
Loneliness is underrated.
Silence is no plea.
The mistake of assuming
Is so predictable to me.
The tongue of a foreigner.
The feeling of being set free.
It is nothing but whimsical
At least it is to me.
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄$𝐈𝐂𝐊.
Poetry𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹...
