this is what i used to write
something that feels all right
this is what i used to
feel, when all i want
is to reel you in
this is what i used
and i'm now left abused
this is what i
meant, i'm vanishing
i'm bent on becoming
this is what—
what is this and that
this is
it
and it is now
i still am disfigured now
how it's you that i miss
and your toothbrush kiss
all sadly reduced into
this
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Fools
PoetryA collection of poetry found its way juxtaposed with short works of prose, conveying talks about what comprises the life of a fool, what it takes to be such, and whatnots in between. Fools is a book of poems and prose alike, dedicated for those who...
