Like petals they fall
Like vines we crawl
Branches do break
with every step of mistake
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Hey, so I've been having these kind of ides that just pops out of my head but I can't turn them into longer poems. So, I've decided to call them 'Rifts' or cracks in an idea. Sounds cool lol... I HOPE somebody reads this book like I do solemly hope with fingers crossed hands and feet. And if you are talk to meeeeee. Or not. Maybe. 😂😂 -W
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Hurled Thoughts
PoesíaWe hurl thoughts like we breathe every gust of wind... To the words never spoken. To the thoughts I have forgotten.
