I met someone today
With cute black clothes
And a long trench coat
We walked to the park
To sit on the swings
We talked as we watched
All the cars in the street
She told me all her stories
Of almost being arrested
For smoking ****
So why does every cute girl
And every edgy guy
Have to get high
And listen to MCR
Where are my preppy goths
My ****** band members
Because I'm just a punk
Who doesn't do drugs
And wants some friends
My parents won't hate

i called him ash
as charcoal was a bit obvious
and i loved him
so of course
i had to keep it a secret

until(citizen = listening OR died){
   citizen.manipulate();  
}

<Initialization.start.exe>
[Meaning] = The way we use language to convey [FEELINGS];
Poem(){
Words have [Meaning]
Creativity, Force, Power.etc;}

If(Poem() != [Creative]){
~query~ Is it poetry?}

/* There is no point in writing what is already written */

Expression(){
It's not what we want to say that matters because the FEELINGS we experience in our lives have been felt before. It's trying to express those feelings, and share them with others in a new way.

Expression(Poem([Meaning]));
<Initialization.end.exe>

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