I might not be a poet
And my words wont always rhyme,
But, they come from my soul,
My inner most thoughts,
My darkest dreams,
All tumbling out,
In words just as you see.
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
I might not be a poet
And my words wont always rhyme,
But, they come from my soul,
My inner most thoughts,
My darkest dreams,
All tumbling out,
In words just as you see.
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