I, let the stories flow from my fingers, inspiring those around me, my stories escaping my lips like the caged bird flies from the cage, my pencil lets loose a flurry of poetic snowflakes, sweeping over the page, covering it in a light dusting of poetry. If you have any questions, just message me.
Longing for rest,
closing his eyes,
but now comes the test,
the retched lies,
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I sit at the bottom of the ocean,
Thinking and pondering,
Enjoying the peace and serenity under the waves,
I wish to stay there forever,
But alas it is time to breathe...... once again.
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When I'm gone,
Who will sing my song?
my life song, my legacy,
everything I've done and seen,
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