I sat inna test
Wrote on a bench
Dreamt about weed,
Woke to this stench.
The irony and complexity
Of the the aftermath of hell,
Has drawn me to a conclusion to bid you farewell.
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Broken Pieces Unraveled
PoetryThe mind is the the gate way to hell and insecurity is the key to opening it .This collection of poems are just a taste of that.
Irony
I sat inna test
Wrote on a bench
Dreamt about weed,
Woke to this stench.
The irony and complexity
Of the the aftermath of hell,
Has drawn me to a conclusion to bid you farewell.
