NotQuiteStray
Left to drift. Only almost lost.
Life Through Your Eyes
Walking down.
Talk to yourself.
Looking through them all.
As if you had wings.
Sitting round.
Take it in.
Beneath the smoke.
Still.
Like one who knows.
Like one who sings.
In the quiet moments.
07/09/25
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September 7, 2025
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