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Writing poetry
My mind leaks onto paper
Lovely visual!
My younger self would
love that I watch the movies
she did too, back then.
Twilight on rainy days, unashamed.
Dance to my own tune
By light of many a moon
As the old ones croon.
The darkness is split
The glow of my cigarette,
casts an eerie light.
it’s sad to say
that nowadays
a smile
is more often
used
to hide depression
rather than
express
happiness.
He asks for my hand
I tell him that I need it
He is not amused
Writing poetry
Emotions flow through my pen,
form a gentle pool
Heart and mind's thoughts translated
The pen a god given tool.
Kindness, like a can
Return and recycle it
Good for the planet.
I'm still stranded here
You left me on this island
You in the distance
**** them with kindness
When they treating you like s**t
What a load of crap
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