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When you feel constantly unseen by the world. "See my soul"

Nostalgia of summers in Oregon, riding with my Grandfather on his Harley to the mini store to get ice creams and sodas.

No one cares, you're a lost cause. Emptied their wallets, found no odds.

& I reach for the stars, that were always mine.

I smile as the sea takes me in my tangled glory.

They came by Nile during the day, to benefit the wrong-love.

This wicked, she stands a mosquitoed mouth burrowed in victims swallowing shouts.