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Broken

BROKEN I can’t say how it feels, But surely know where it hurts. I’m not a twister of fate, Only drained by the flakes of emotions. I’m not a twister of words, But find solace in my ink Poured on white, dividing my thoughts into: Sharing its pains and relief. I’m not a lover of man, But I do know an immortal Dressed in flair skin. Effusion of overflowing wisdom Expands in my lungs Out of watery tongue At a trivia sight I’m really not a twister of words, But twisting is my favorite way Of which my cognition is told.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 4/24/2021 2:50:00 PM
Being a lover of words I find your writing to be intriguing.
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