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When I Write

When I write I go on and on Everything from love letters to a “Dear John” Up above and far below The words begin to flow Words bleed through the lips And wrap around one's arms, legs and hips Slowly getting better and slowly realizing its purpose All over the place just like a circus Words that are tattooed on my heart Are put on paper as my art Poetry has become the healthiest vice to find To the jumbled mess that’s in my mind

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Date: 6/20/2019 10:15:00 AM
Wonderful images, flows well...
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Date: 6/13/2019 9:56:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your poem.:) Have a great time !
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Date: 6/13/2019 2:09:00 AM
when I write then I find you covering the mind wholly o love................
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Date: 6/13/2019 2:05:00 AM
Well written.
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Date: 6/12/2019 9:07:00 AM
Nice piece. Well written and said. I appreciate it. Congrats on your Feature.
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Date: 6/11/2019 2:11:00 AM
Poetry has become the healthiest vice to find / To the jumbled mess that’s in my mind// it's beautiful expression
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Date: 6/11/2019 12:39:00 AM
Those last two lines are classic! "Poetry has become the healthiest vice to find To the jumbled mess that’s in my mind" Wow! Nice one.
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Date: 6/10/2019 8:41:00 AM
Very well put. I loved it. Congrats on your Feature.
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