u laugh with the crowd
u cry with the croud
u shout with the crowd
u silence with the crowd
even nonsense make sense
still u ll ve to
coz u ve to crowd with the crowd
but shsh...
listen here, friend...
above a ghost town of memories
t here s a floating cloud...
it smells like
optimism and pristine hope.
like a miraculous backdoor from a house of crude reality
I visit here once in a while...
and stand at its boundary
teased by its strange comfort
for here ive left something...
just something of the real ME....
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