Jessica Eileen
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read

I could sit and defile or run my brain for a mile.

I could rest, I say quit.
but my dreams would not exist.
— always after what I miss.
Imagination if it exist.
— t
he unexpected kiss.
already holding all that I wish
but it’s mist.

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