I'm not here because of you
                              I'm not here to serve you
                              I'm not here to be served by you
                              My purpose
                              Is yours, the same
                              To create what magick I can
                              Then, OUR purpose
                              To marry our magicks
                              And paint living colour
                              Most prolific
                              And dance with winds
                              Most chaotic
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
 
                                               
                                                  