Monday, December 5, 2011

Me.

My poetry is hardly a poetic. My writing is barely understandable, and rarely talented. I continue writing for numerous reasons, my feelings need to speak. The words smell like bad cheese, but the feeling I feel is youthful and whimsical. The love I feel, and the moody blues I sometimes experience are all
blaghhh - i need to pee.

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