The chronic pounding of my gears
They move my limbs slowly
The synchronized movements of my limbs
They create my steps fluently
The patterned waltz of my steps
They show my mind openly
The contemporary walls of my mind
They withhold my thoughts tightly
The chronological concepts of my thoughts
They instruct my gears spontaneously
The extemporaneous actions of my gears
They unknowingly wear me down
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Cabinets- Poetry Made by Me
PoetryThis is my very first collection of poems. All of these were brainstormed and made by me, the time and my mood differing for each. So if you'd like to take a little of your time to wander into Cabinets and take a peek, all of my apreciation goes to...
