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Mar 2020
The poet
My mind
My insanity
My cups
My plates
My lamps
My papers
My hats
My shower
My foods
My news
My president
My eyes
My hands
My ways
My bed
My compassion
My sexiness
My health
My infidelity
My faithfulness
My dreams
My goals
My failures
My risen
My misunderstanding
My intellect
My understanding
My stubbornness
My pets
My neighbors
My environment
My toxic energy
My ideals
My shoes
My streets
My chair
My mirror
My job
My heart
My money
My poverty
My clothes
My mother
My father
My sister
My brother
My friends
My car
The sky
The clouds
The ocean
The birds
This movie
This song
This talk
The trees
The rain
The plane
This place
This pain
This nonsense
This heartbreak
This cancer
This earth
This man
This woman
This stranger
This stove
My story
My wife
My husband
My lovers
My words
My books
My failure
My selfishness
My goodwill
My selflessness
My smile
My laughter
My swags
My story
This poem
This poet
This plane
This automobile
This gun
This knife
This world
Much etc
I wish my mind
Would accept that
One of them is going to be
The death of me.
Edmund black
Written by
Edmund black  39/M/NJ
(39/M/NJ)   
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