This heart of mine betrays me to a song.
My blood runs through me to a melody.
With lyrics; my mind is lost.
These lungs ache for words, used in rhythmic perfection.
The air I breathe is second to the written beauty I live for.
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The Public Demise Of A Poetic Mind
An passive observation of life love and the pursuit of happiness
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A letter to a familiar stranger. A letter I shall never send.