I can't help but laugh
The boy with magic in his voice and potions in his veins seems to be my latest adventure
And who would have guessed
All my doubt has subsided
And all I feel is empathy for Atlas
Who holds my ever changing world steady
And laugh as the magic boy throws him off balance.
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
