We lose ourselves inside our minds, They trap us with their deceitful cries,And torture us in false bending binds,But inside this cluttered skull, we too, find our only lives.________A collection of my original poems. All rights reserved. I hope you enjoy.…
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|misplaced/mɪsˈpleɪst/adjective|1. incorrectly positioned.2. temporarily lost.So the story goes: a boy once loved a girl. The boy stopped loving the girl. The girl got over the boy . . . until a hundred kilometres from home said girl kept encountering said boy. A lot can happen over the course of one night. And soon all the things that should never have been forgotten begin to resurface in the most palpable of ways: Misplaced teenagers lost in a moonscape of mangroves. A misplaced body. A misplaced love.…