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Ideas are like
butterflies.
You need to
grasp it with
both hands
before it can flap
its wings
And be gone...
Forever.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
