A Poetic Life
(poems go here) The world today there is no light
In constant fear and panicked fright;
The only beauty left to see are the selfless words inside of me ;
Holding on to what's left unseen,
becomes the pages of joyous memories
these rhymes and riddles will soon become the songs that remain unsung.
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