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Undecided

Scribbling out of nothing

Hoping to make something

A thing that would make change

A change that would arrange

The cluttered mind I have

A mind that is halve

With choices to be made

That I cannot evade

With time running fast

I must choose now at last.

◄ Lost

Regret ►

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I am lost

Sun 29th Mar 2015 13:33

Thanks for your kind words. I'm glad you liked it.

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that bloody poet

Sat 28th Mar 2015 14:13

This is really good, you did a nice job with the idea. This poem totally works.

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