Anything you wanna ask?   Comments are always fun   My poetry is who I am Everything I feel Everything that haunts my mind All that's feared or real Some will find it trite or lacking Some will see the heart One may come to understand What others rip apart I will not match dear Baudelaire Or linger here like Poe But every word I save in ink Is true to all I know Cliche here and rhyming there Platitudes of life's demise Workings of the inner spirit Judged by vacant eyes
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