Waking up late
Running to the stop
Boldy rushing through
Thickest fog.
Crashing into the partition
Where clouds meet my own breath.
– Vagabond Prophet
Partition
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Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Waking up late
Running to the stop
Boldy rushing through
Thickest fog.
Crashing into the partition
Where clouds meet my own breath.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 