Write, I do
On this space, words scatter
Spout, i will
Upon this page, crap splatter
Dwell, I may
Along perimeters, thoughts wander
Regret, I have
Within. Words falter.
In prose, the brain one heard its piece-
The moans, the muses, the whines, the whims
In rhyme, the heart one allowed a peep
The hidden, the hollow, the hushed, the mush.
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Its already 2021.
Because. Watched a video of a friend reading her poem. Prompted me to look for what i used to write. Waa laa... Here I am. Didn't ...
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Because. Watched a video of a friend reading her poem. Prompted me to look for what i used to write. Waa laa... Here I am. Didn't ... -
Frustrated. Cos monitor said "No video input" No matter how i jiggled or coaxed... no response Opened the casing. realised that vi...
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how i wished it wasn't so hard to curb the desire to watch u drive away. i wished i didn't
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