I think poetry is a very personal thing and means different things to different People. I write poetry to be creative. It let's me laugh, cry and go of with the fairys.
Tick The hand of time lays,life feeble As the shining turns to dust The tick of time feasts,unsated Stealing for self desire Silent in it's deceiving Quiet,as a fattening leech
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