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This is Not Your Playground

The Fantasizing Realist

ddr bunbun

This is Not Your Playground

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ddr bunbun
You're locked away where I cannot see you
You've left behind a life unknown
I'm wondering, lost, a motioning puppet
A plane colliding with the earth below
My words are silent to a world outside me
Visible only if you know where to look
A moment, a second, outside of the bedroom
Restracing your steps for what you forsook


I had a migraine last night. Those are never fun.
As soon as I'm done with school, I'm working on my poetry porfolio. I miss writing. I just haven't had a very good outlet since then. Hopefully it's that I'm just out of practice and not that I just suck now. I don't know. ~shrugs and heads off to class~
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