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Nov 2017
ideas spiral around my head
so many things i want to do
so many things i want to create
but i can only create more ideas
everything is unfinished
even this poem isn’t done
everything remains an idea
a graveyard no one visits
everybody enters
but no one leaves

perhaps through poetry
i will clear my head
of all my ideas
before i’m
meanwhile
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