Poetry and Art

in busy •  7 years ago 

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We all become unwell
A stick as a medicine
But words whispered
Cramped
Our talent lit
Rather than profess to want to know
I know I will suffer more impersonation
We were a poet
people Too late
They blame the cities.
author: @mgnyo580
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busy life writing poetry
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