This is my poetry... raw, real sounds from my mind right onto paper. I don't promise entertainment all the way, I may often not make any sense but I hope someone enjoys it or can relate once in a while.
Monday, March 9, 2015
Talking about you still hurts. I can say it calmly, but it
makes me start looking for you all over again. You are my inexplicable, my
mystery.
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