emilycarolina
a
single
idea/rhythm/train
running through
goes left and right
weaving in and out of memories
what is a thought?
wind will roar
waves will roar
lions will roar
my father roars
society roars
inside i'm roaring
some say it's beautiful
i can't escape
themselves are to we they.
ourselves, themselves,
alone.
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