Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Poetry Is

Poetry is a consumming fire
The only way to deal with it is to write

Poetry is a consumming fire
It burns in my heart and soul
Pouring out my emotional turmoil

To write them down upon the page

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White Rabbit

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