I used to love hating poetry.
Written by those who failed
living the expected life themselves.
Now wrapping up words
in riddles and fancy glitter.
To attain the unattainable.
Category: life
A Night on The Town Of Paris, Poetry by Emaglaw
Fall down, lay low and pray,
The delay of the crowd is blinding.
Fall down, lay low and pray,
Realized fear is now arising,
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