Dropping from the face of the Earth,
Going back, way back beyond birth
When no one knew who I was
Or what I was made of.
You disappear and I will follow,
Marco. Polo.
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- Gabrielle Villafuerte
- I write bad poetry. But some people seem to enjoy it. So hate it or love it. This is what I do.
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