
One Hundred Feet Inside My Ear
One hundred feet inside my ear, randomness finding order. Never does it try to stop, the sole purpose, that takes up the void. Moving around...
One hundred feet inside my ear, randomness finding order. Never does it try to stop, the sole purpose, that takes up the void. Moving around...
A million miles from nowhere. I hope I’m somewhere. No way to judge where; but by the stream of ideas, crossing my path. They carry...
Home is a memory, never a place. A sliver of time, we randomly embrace. Not confined by four walls, it’s a peaceful moment. We conjure...
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