I talk to much...I never can halt
My moving lips, searing as wounds in salt.
I apologize, I have no common sense.
I guess this is what they call "dense".
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
Sorry, I Talk too Much
I talk to much...I never can halt
My moving lips, searing as wounds in salt.
I apologize, I have no common sense.
I guess this is what they call "dense".