Sometimes, I stare too much at a word that it seemed like it was not a word. Like how many times I fell to the hole of thinking "how I fell in love"
How
How
How
What is how?
Maybe I stare too much that it seemed like it was not the way it should be, but it was.
Sorry. Weird piece.
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Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]
PoetryI think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.