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I meticulously type and type
Word after word,
Line after line I ramble
This is my way to speak,
To express myself,
This is the sanctuary I dwell in.
My poems mirror my heart and my soul.
Busily I tap and tap,
The typing slows,
The words don't flow,
My train of thought comes to a halt,
This is the creation of my weary mind.
- Title: A poet's thought...
- Artist: Rook219
- Description: I was talking with a friend, after school, and the beginning of the poem came to mind... After a couple hours I came back and finished it.
- Date: 12/01/2008
- Tags: poets thought
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Comments (2 Comments)
- vivianflthexx - 12/04/2008
- cool
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- Cadell23 - 12/03/2008
- I like it =)
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