ForgottenA Poem by a_methyste There is only me in the street On this gray sunday I feel like a little ball Forgotten on a corner of the room Every body has forgotten about it The child does not want to play.
There is only me in the street
On this gray sunday I feel like a little ball Forgotten on a corner of the room Every body has forgotten about it The child does not want to play. © 2025 a_methyste |
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Added on April 6, 2025 Last Updated on April 6, 2025 |
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