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I sit here splashing,

imagining a world beyond this wall.

One where I can stay forever dashing

at least in her eyes, I will never fall.

As the world trickles down my hair,

I take it all for granted.

Her, being here with me, the ultimate pair.

Visions with plastic, the seeds are planted

of who I would become,

my imaginative welcome.

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Hey again everybody, it’s been a while. London kinda changed more than I thought in my life. I’ve been thinking a lot recently about what I want to do, and thus I sorta forgot about this app. I’m supposed to be studying for my English exam that’s in 3 hours but honestly this is more fun. This poem was a bit more shallow but I liked how simple it turned out to be. I should post a longer one soon, not gonna promise to be daily or anything cause we see how that turned out.

Farewell Reader,

MJS