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Matthew Sep 2020
Inspiration moves like the wind
touching the grass
moving the hair.

It waxes and wanes
with or without your
input

Inspiration is the cool breeze during twilight
pointing you toward the moons and the stars
of the universe.
Matthew Sep 2020
There once was a man named John
He was gay
and wished he wasn't

So he decided to try something new
He married a woman
he raised all the goats, prostitutes, and ******* goats
His face formed a straight toothed smile
covering a shadowed tear
his circuits failed to reach a lightbulb
and no connection was made
now he was in prison
for holding an illegal human trafficking ring
and the ******* goats were allowed to roam free.
sometimes you can still hear them calling out to their owner John.
Such a sad story
based on this old poem
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3031425/my-name-is-john/
Matthew Sep 2020
they kinda be bad doe
, but it isn't that simple
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh sppooky
Matthew Sep 2020
Hey...








I just don't think it will work out. I'm sorry. I thought about it a lot.
Matthew Aug 2020
Your eyes
gaze upon
a face.
It is a snowball
Matthew Aug 2020
You can't cry
or
I'll give you something to cry about

deathhhhhhhhhhhh
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