Sad Poems: Patient Thunderstorms

we wait. in the slopes of apathy. while the world feasts on our indifference.  jesters in the pages of when.  soft against the thrust of choice. calloused in the timbre of trust.  pretending to visit. places that don’t exist.  we don’t know. we never will.  w…
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