I scream
I curse
I cry
I sighThey filter these from
Our filthy mouthsBut who sucks
the dust
From these vents
that cleanOurs
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In The End, The Fault Was Mine. Not Your's, Not The World's
PoesieA poem collection. May be autobiography, may be biography. People will read the same words but think different things, feel different emotions. These poems may seem complicated, but are there simple in "life"?
016. Vent
I scream
I curse
I cry
I sighThey filter these from
Our filthy mouthsBut who sucks
the dust
From these vents
that cleanOurs