It's times like this
at which
I'd usually poor my heart
into a rhythmic piece
of literature...
and yet...
I'm speechless.
Congratulations,
you have stolen my
poetic vocabulary.
I hope you and your
free-flying,half-deceased
heart
are content
with my anti-rhythmic
affliction.
at which
I'd usually poor my heart
into a rhythmic piece
of literature...
and yet...
I'm speechless.
Congratulations,
you have stolen my
poetic vocabulary.
I hope you and your
free-flying,half-deceased
heart
are content
with my anti-rhythmic
affliction.

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