Anyone up for a group poem?
copy and paste, add a line or two or a quatrain as it comes...nuthin too fancy, no dice clay quotes please
To feel the wind coming from miles away
bitter and breathing like God
and robbing the things i had wanted to say
this feeling is nothing but odd
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This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality
Embrace this moment, remember
We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan
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