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it doesn't matter, he smiled...
he loved the anonymity
of the city...
I prefer not to know where I'm going,
if it's all the same
to you...
Published 2nd Nov 2014
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2nd Nov 2014 2:11pm
arose byanyother name, yet arises (what?)
yr scantwords all ways rise-to-thee-occasion
or
smthn like
that
2nd Nov 2014 6:15pm
2nd Nov 2014 8:48pm
A poem that speaks of drifting aimlessly.
A good way to relax and
to get to know a city.
A good way to relax and
to get to know a city.
2nd Nov 2014 10:36pm
