Feb 2016
The rhythm of my heartbeat.
The sound of my soul.
The emptiness I keep hidden away,
Filled with hollow words,
That I use to write these poems.
The sound of my soul.
The emptiness I keep hidden away,
Filled with hollow words,
That I use to write these poems.
What poetry really is for me
(NJ)
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