Endless
Endless.
My cup filled to the brim and overflowing
Such wonders scribed down onto wrinkled pulp
Blooming light beams fractured into various hues
Colors from words evoking passion
Soundwaves absent
Thought transferred through fruitful branches
My tree bears such strange gifts
Nutrition of the soul
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I'm 23. Recently unemployed. Going into school again. I write what I feel and speak honestly.
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