I wonder, was it pleasure pressure or self contenture. What purpose did one have for one other to be closer than need be, to be closer that legally? Was it a game, played over and over? For why this code was secretly saved in the chest full of scary truths. In and out, the burning question, what is this? Is this what happens or was I just too ignorant and happy to understand just what should and shouldn't have happened. Did this explain why half, or my thoughts go back to them, there, and then? Was it meant, was it mentioned? Was it an issue with there mentality, or is it my visuality to be and correctly see, or was it said to be, lied to need, unspoken for the seed? Snatched right from me and pulled, stretched, carted, formed, clenched. Then it stopped. Sweating, over heated ending, culprised, then it all went dark as if all I asked myself a them had no matter, why. What purpose do you have to make me ware this worthless, useless, untruthlessness title? for was it pleasere, pressure, or self contentur?
Poem by: David Farias-Betancourt (me)
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POETRY???
Poetryhello, this is my attempt to make poetry, if you have any tips, ill take them! pls enjoy?
