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Life was difficult trying to cope with people who tried to put me down.
Writing allowed me to escape the world and for a brief moment forget my troubles.
There is a girl,
And she is young pretty and bright.
But, she lived with words inside of her, like a parasite.
They could be nice, gentle and loving,
like a mother is to a child.
This happened recently.
I don’t know where my dream is.
But I can hear it singing
Somewhere…
Wop baba lumop a wap bam boom
It sounds so close to me.
Should I leave?
As inhalation occurs, your mind is scanning, panning, and planning
High pitch squeals and commotion amongst people occur
Your fingers itch and twitch and launch for your pocket
May 8, 2016 at 6:27 PM
Poetry
The artwork constructed
By the human hand
And influenced by the mind
A mind full of unspoken words
