Unprimed Poems - Poems about Unprimed

...In the quiet attic's embrace, where dust motes dance, A brittle paper whispers, in the dim and silent trance. Yellowed with the passage of a thousand days and nights, It cradles laughter, and capt......

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...In this day and age, I want some recompense I don't understand it, it jus' don't make sense that we can write through our entire lives with all of these damn defective pens Now, you all know what I'......

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