I bent my smile when I folded this picture in half.
A photo worth a thousand words,
Immeasurable to the images of the mind.
They exist without dimension,
Only wishing to be printed on paper,
Worthless, if not tangible.
And much like myself,
Forgotten when stored away.
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An Ode to Muses to Kalliope
PoetryThis poetry collection explores regret, isolation, philosophy, with a sprinkling of guilt. Historical references are encouraged! If you're just going through the motions of life, whether it be blissful or difficult, these poems are great companions...
