There's a draft in the room
Though I thought I had fixed it
I don't know where it is
Or what it's from
But I can feel it
I can see it rustling papers
Chasing sheets across the room
I can feel it
Pushing hair into my face
Tickling my shoulders
I can feel it
I don't know where it's coming from
Though I know where it's been
But I hate this 41 of 42
Why can't I publish it?
My internal filter is taking over
Blowing away the papers
My inner self is telling me
It isn't a good idea
I guess my mind is the draft
That create the drafts
That never seem to become chapters
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Pinto Lesbeans
PoetryMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
