Work of Simple
What is wrong with our sweet
nothing. For no one can seem to remember
what it was that was so simple
plain
yet oblivious to any simplicity.
A work within itself,
yet never to be finished.
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NirvanaQueen1991
I am a poet, musician, and strong proponent of LGBTQ rights, gender equality, and being your true self no matter what ANYONE says. Do what you please, comment anything that comes to your mind, make you happy first. Then your dog/cat. That's pretty much it. Hail Santa. THE END.
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