Spherical eyes as wide as a globe,
Climbing outside of the box in her head
How may you ask, for she will laugh
Apple of her eye? She will eat it before you can catch it
Catch her words, and it will be the last thing you'll here
Sounds fill her head and take a trip
Days filled with glee, or not
That's a wrong note, do you know random facts?
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
