In the Dark
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Last published Thu, Oct 22, 2015
I write poems when I can't sleep. I bleed my mind.
These poems are unedited, and written in the dark.
Some poems are free verse, and some I wrote with a clear rhyming pattern. In some poems, I tried. But I surprise my self sometimes.
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