A/N Another poem written in the dead of night hehe
And the room spins spins spins they say
Moving and switching and turning this way and that
Nauseous and dizzy, it blurs
Until the irregular shapes join into one
Appearing like a perfectly solved jigsaw puzzle
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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...
