I am going through a tunnel,
and I am high…I am disoriented,
I am travelling for my madness.
So many of bleeding eyes outside and I am longing for one speck of a tear.
I have never been enough for the rotten utopia.
I need to go. I need to follow the song of caravans.
Great poem!
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Thank you.
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Ur welcome!
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👍I like it! It’s great poem.
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Thank you ☺️
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