No Name Poem by Elude Most

No Name



for getting to remember to berth leves not wot it seems,
like the 1st thrust quench, life, not remberin how it seemed,
wot feelin its not wot it seemed, but wen leaven it bhind seems
a near miss from wantin it to b a dream.

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