Don't worry. I'm not salty. I'm marinated; swimming in the emotions we both created. Boil me. Churn me. And maybe in the end, I will be good enough for someone to eat.
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Mind Poems
PoetryThis is a growing collection of poems I write myself. I encourage anyone to critique and give me ways to improve. A special friend convinced me to publish them. The poems contents are my thoughts at the time of writing. Even if there isn't such thin...
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Don't worry. I'm not salty. I'm marinated; swimming in the emotions we both created. Boil me. Churn me. And maybe in the end, I will be good enough for someone to eat.
