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#WritcoPoemPrompt118
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
pleasures being turns to treasures
that you have to be and be extremes
to get to the working world and finally feel so clean.
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Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
pleasures being turns to treasures
that you have to be and be extremes
to get to the working world and finally feel so clean.
© All Rights Reserved
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