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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Nov 9, 2014

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What would my life be
Without my poetry
To keep my mind sane
And my ideas in place?

How would I share
The darkness of my mind?
How would I express
The little hope I have left?

Poetry is my life
Just the way it should be

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A poem about poetry. Really original, isn't it?

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KingfisherSilentArmy

Nov 24, 2014

Poetry helps us express things that would otherwise build up.

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