Your a paradox,
A silent night
With endless sound,
A handsome dream
With unlimited flaws
-but that's what makes you so great
YOU ARE READING
Gone
Poetry"1 2 3 breath in 4 5 6 breath out And I repeat this pattern Until I no longer have to count -But I haven't not counted yet" Poetry Created on 10-26-18
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Your a paradox,
A silent night
With endless sound,
A handsome dream
With unlimited flaws
-but that's what makes you so great
