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May 2020
Thy creative mind is Divine.
It's winding paths, all spread and
growing, remind me of a grape vine.

Each path leading to a new notion.
In the wonderful scheme that is your
head, there is always a commotion.

They wonder, but don't observe and
ponder, why you always think.
They can't understand, especially with
their thoughts dripping out like a leaky
faucet in a kitchen sink.

Drip...drip...drip
While your thoughts are a waterfall,
running fast and heavy, giving the dull
people the slip.
Written by
Peyton Sparks  16/Cisgender Female
(16/Cisgender Female)   
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