I'm not sure how, I'm not sure why. I came to wattpad, i thought I'd try. to write a poem for you all. So I may stop myself to fall. One day late, and a dollar short I love it so, is my retort I don't like ghosts of memories past so I let the kettle steam up the glass As i have on foot pressed to the door my bodies here, but my mind is gone before They know it's time I must be going for you see the tears for me a flowing I final thought before I leave my thoughts you see are like the trees The branches reach high to breeze and the roots below are high degrees.All Rights Reserved
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