Nothing is original
Everything is plain
I even copy things
From my own brain
Everything is repetitive
And not in a good way
I just want to write something new
But everything's the same
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365 days of Ashes
PuisiOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
Day 164: Same
Nothing is original
Everything is plain
I even copy things
From my own brain
Everything is repetitive
And not in a good way
I just want to write something new
But everything's the same
