An unspoken word
Will seal the deal
You're the third wheel
Left alone to hold up the car
Across a bumpy road
Where is the fourth?
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
