Poems from Nemi

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Poems shouldn't be interpreted or interpreted by the beliefs of the author, but through the feelings the reader has at that precise moment.
Long Lost was the Bird
 Long lost was the bird.  Carried away with every swirl of the wind.  Cold.   With nowhere to find warmth.  Where is home?  Long lost was...
When will they come off?
Individuality lost with a press of a button Creativity limited by the boarders of a screen Beauty eclipsed by filters An attempt to...