POETRY
POETRY
The footsteps were tired, the house was close
But what to do now is just weird
If you come out, the moon stops in the window
Whose fortune was there in this city?
The storm also rendered these blood vessels useless
Who had the luckiest bird ever
It was not a struggle by itself
Someone in me was a follower of that
Someone asked if the mall was surprised
How poor was someone in his eyes?
When did the dead air come from?
A window that was a cross
The footsteps were tired, the house was close
But what to do now is just weird
If you come out, the moon stops in the window
Whose fortune was there in this city?
The storm also rendered these blood vessels useless
Who had the luckiest bird ever
It was not a struggle by itself
Someone in me was a follower of that
Someone asked if the mall was surprised
How poor was someone in his eyes?
When did the dead air come from?
A window that was a cross
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