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I write coz

I write to the moonlight, I write to the stars, 

I write about sorrow, I write about scars, 

I write when I'm happy, I write when I'm sad,

I write about feelings that drive me half mad,

most of all I write to be me, 

to travel to places, set my life free

I write to Christians, aethiests and Jews,

Consistently write the wrong words to you

the featureless face hides a mannequins grin, 

the soulless echo of words deep within,

I write of the teenagers in romantic sin

party animal people pissed up with gin

mostly I write for the gluttonous bin

now look at the fucking state I am in

 

 

◄ The November line

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Patricio LG

Thu 5th Nov 2015 12:00

Thank you David, it does not deserve your graciousness however I appreciate the sentiment
Pat :-)

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