Curious minds...
My thoughts turn into a black ink,
on the pages I gathered through the realms,
on occasions of happiness or sadness,
I'd write along and ink never ends,
Single or not I'd roam the world,
sitting in a corner of my room,
exploring the highs and lows from afar,
wondering how it would actually look,
Curiosity shines and sparks within me,
for so many stars would pass by,
wanting to touch them when I lean in,
I find myself in a loop of time,
In stores of dreams where my secrets are hidden,
I watch for my happy memories,
a small bag of cloth full of joys,
put a smile behind the mask underneath...
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