It seems my minds my only escape.
So please excuse my flawed messy words.
But somehow it's the only way I feel safe.
To let my mind wonder here and there, day and day again till my very end.
Reading others beautifully sculpted poems.
Everyone's opinion is worth something, no one here is alone.
Day or nite, we write, or read, inspired, in disbelief.
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