Writing is my muse
Tragedy owns my life
My words are mine to use
To describe my heart of strife
Poems are like speaking
When mouth won't do the trick
But why is my heart leaking
And boy what makes me tick
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Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
