That Which Runs Rampant
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Last published Sat, Mar 24, 2018
Sometimes thoughts are too much to handle,
choking your mind and your lungs.
And sometimes thoughts are spilling over,
eager to be shared and to teach others.
And sometimes thoughts need to be kept,
safe and secret and all to yourself.
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Random poems derived from the thoughts that storm my mind.
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