I can’t stop, and all
The good, bad, and cliche
Vomits from my pen,
Without a care in the world;
I miss being in control...
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The Secret Life of Thought
PoetrySometimes we don't say a word because our mind is too full of them. These pages hold just a few of those.
Why I Don't Write Poetry
I can’t stop, and all
The good, bad, and cliche
Vomits from my pen,
Without a care in the world;
I miss being in control...
