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08/05/18 at 11:29PM
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Poetry
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There are piles of words, here,
Laying on the floor.
So many words, to choose from
Without opening up the door.
So why then, do I scramble
To find a single word, to adore,
Instead of my babbling, ramble
Of those things, that are no more?
