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Feb 2020
It’s only when I’m alone
Have my skills ever grown.
In solitude I continue to hone,
And make this language my own.
Maybe eventually she’ll be blown
Away by the world that I’ve flown.

Today I’ll silently ***** and moan,
But tomorrow my skill will be shown.
Written on my phone.
Kida like the ate poem I wrote
(I’m gonna stop rhyming with “own/one” now)
JK! Ugh, now it’s time to atone...
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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