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They lionize the cut of a face The sultry curve of a waist And ignore the content of the soul … Continue reading Immature
They lionize the cut of a face The sultry curve of a waist And ignore the content of the soul … Continue reading Immature
I call myself a poet, yet I struggle to believe For many times that which comes forth from me Seems … Continue reading Compare Not
Write the words that you get given Though they make no sense to you While dutifully penning them Those thoughts … Continue reading Purpose to Write