in acquiescence, i exist

a collection of poems.


1. moving.

These thin paper walls,

and late night cars,

distorted bird calls,

and purple scars,

midnight walks,

and foreign feelings,

glowing city clocks,

and mouldy ceilings,

all exist for someone new,

for someone else,

but yet, myself.

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