makeshift permanence

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
I will never know what my poems are going to be till they're done

Submitted: October 28, 2016

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Submitted: October 28, 2016



Wood and metal seemingly surrounding in the scenery so endless it's simplicity that even I can hardly see the difference anymore So subtle are the agonies and sufferings and miseries and no one seems to notice or to care Exactly how it was when I was young and even prettier then that Was all the ugliness and horrifying ghosts in preacher's hats. Oh yes the nightmare was still there On no occasion did I care but when I heard there was a scare I woke myself up screaming at the thought I could not bear. Not long at all was I away And I have no advice for you but if youre searching out of innocence incompetence or relevance and even if you're not. He'll find a way To make you stay

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