April 2012
4 posts
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Migrant
And so to London I move away
To escape memories of you everyday
Sorrow felt as shakespeare’s play
As Romeo and Juliet we shall not lay
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itching to leave
europe seems way more interesting to me than here
and like a better place for the setting of a novel
or prose
or even a short story
and in the forrests a poem or two, probably three
Let your body Di-hydrogen monoxide
Not the same as suicide,
If you’re a dolphin you just need to decide
The grass is greener everywhere but here.
