Poems from Dolphingirl012

What if my pens ink was made of life you ask? Like the fairytales you heard as a kid When, with one pen storke, things would come flying...
Pounding, bam, bam, bam. Slapping, bam, bam, bam. Hundreds of feet hit the cold ground a stampede of people all around Going, going, going...
The world: silent dark and dull No rhythm rhyme or beat Something was needed to fill the null A beat, both pure and sweet.    Some to pen...
There is a road that I know. A road that none have traveled with me a road that dosen't seem to  exist  to Them. But I know the truth.   I...
Cycle in control Day to day like a zombie I stop to resist

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