Poems from Liz-May.

About that time All was rotten Little remained of a time Where life bloomed inside A mind - A person The leftovers was gain through pain...
Such a rush Not much to understand Little time to be concise Bundle all your thoughts Into one swift move Many in one Fast to the line...
Leaving the train station Following a love That left wandering. Chasing after with courage Following the Wander. Running unbroken  He found...
I don't want to ask for much but will you listen to me. "Something has changed, It might be a mistake of the past, but I'll cross this...
It makes me wonder why I am the way I am.   Not so flexible Late in reacting Slow in understanding Hard of hearing Not so bright Not unique...

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