Burlone718 - Hello Poetry

Burlone718

45/M/NYC I sit on the back of a bus to and from work thinking too much., I've always felt my most creative in the early AM. / So I just started to put my thoughts down. I welcome any comments... / I have no idea if my writings are any good or not.

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