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Rated: E · Poetry · Writing · #1524851

just a quick poem

         


Haunted by a skyline, head in my hands,
my angel's wings are quiet tonight.
Lost on purpose, with nowhere to be,
table for one, room for many.

Missing what I never had,
I think it's time for sleep.
Yes I think it's time for sleep.
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