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It's where I sit and smoke No joke I find my head So I know I'm not dead When I think On the brink Of the sanity which I dread I think of my idle Poe Which helps with all of my poems Some things I know Others I don't I think of everything I wrote The things about a s***ty year Where I found the reality of my fears Am I crazy I don't know Is it bad Ask Edgar Poe Who wrote words that spoke to my soul And broke through in clarity "I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity" In this line my true sincerity I think about this in my serenity As the white wretch Upon his pedestal My bench
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Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 3:04 PM UTC
My Bench
It's where I sit and smoke No joke I find my head So I know I'm not dead When I think On the brink Of the sanity which I dread I think of my idle Poe Which helps with all of my poems Some things I know Others I don't I think of everything I wrote The things about a s***ty year Where I found the reality of my fears Am I crazy I don't know Is it bad Ask Edgar Poe Who wrote words that spoke to my soul And broke through in clarity "I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity" In this line my true sincerity I think about this in my serenity As the white wretch Upon his pedestal My bench
(c) Steven Forrester- From Diary of an Ominous Mind
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32/Non-binary/American
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 3:04 PM UTC
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