I used to be a poet too.
But I found out there's so much more
in opening my own back door
and screaming nonsense at the night--
immense, and dark-- while hid from sight.
This is all I need to do.
At Midnight
I used to be a poet too.
But I found out there's so much more
in opening my own back door
and screaming nonsense at the night--
immense, and dark-- while hid from sight.
This is all I need to do.
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