Posted on April 20, 2012 by [Poeticamber} {Productions}
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I cast down the pen utilized to scrape the walls of my soul at my feet lay bundles of forlorn phrases melding with sadness as the irony rises alongside joy I feel satisfied I selected truest words
Category: UncategorizedTags: depression, Life, love, poem, Poetry, soul
You definitely selected the right words for this piece. 🙂
Thank you so much!
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You definitely selected the right words for this piece. 🙂
Thank you so much!