Walking through darkened streets
my footsteps are muffled
by the sounds of a broken wanderer.
Searching for a smile
in a town called Mundane,
I share my travels as a writer.
One can only hope
passion can inspire
interest within another
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Wow, I really love this one! Another awesome poem.
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Thank you 🙂 (That was also really quick lol)
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🙂
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First off, YES YOU’VE STARTED POSTING MORE POEMS!
Second off, smiles can be found anywhere, if you know how to look for it 🙂
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Yea, haha, I was neglecting writing for a while, and I realized I can’t really avoid this kind of thing anymore. Writing has become a must for me. A part of me no longer optional
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That sounds like some heroic line from a movie lol
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I am a heroic line
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True!
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Marssss this is so good!! I love the imagery of traveling and walking down a street. Streets at night fascinates me (I’m weird ik ik) but I live out in the country off a dirt road and it just doesn’t give off the same vibe it does in the city at night, illuminated by a line of fluorescents. Idk, this piece really spoke to me, I love it <3.
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UGH The period after the heart made it not emojifyyyyyyyy
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xD
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It’s dangerous but strangely calming
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It is, it’s like you don’t know who’s around or whatever but it’s a different vibe that’s really cool to be around that makes the endangered vibe just dissipate…
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