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kat Feb 2018
here begins the inconsequential tale of the often dazed and disordered galaxy that is myself, a being complied of a disarray of many perplexities that seem to structure this petite framework of a human body, attained with a memory of pablo neruda balladries and an affinity for the convoluted, intricate aspects of life. many of these compositions are latent, obscure pieces that i have chosen to keep undisclosed, however i firmly believe that sharing my expressions and assessments of what i have envisioned through my eyes could be deemed cathartic. consequently, enjoy these chaotic chapters of very extensive yet overtly down-hearted paragraphs and ostensibly compressed sentimental writings; they were all short-lived, yet felt like an eternity when scribbled senselessly into a diary by a hard-headed omission.
WendyStarry Eyes Jul 2018
Losing my memory
Not my soul
Must continue to write poetry
Despite all conditions
Poetic verses make me whole

Balladries are meant for me
Triggering my memory
God's perfect gift
Meant to be
Imagery of poetry

Losing my memory
Not my soul
I need not worry
Let Our Heavenly Father
Have control

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