I want to be strange.
I want you to think about me.
I want my mind known.
I want her to live well.
I want my name known.
I want lithium on my shoulders.
I'm a boring cur that you'd never remember.
I'm nothing like the others you know, you'd never love me like them.
I'm trapped with my thoughts in a corner desk, alone.
I'm too weak to provide for her, she lives poor.
I'm unnamed in the eyes of history, just Eleanor's brother.
I'm shouldering the weight of osmium.
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Poetry
Fiksi UmumVarious poems about all sorts of things, nature, romances, ill-fated and beautiful ones, pain, death, open-hearted caverns and tight ones. The long and short of it... The poems could be about literally anything. Some of the content may be a little...