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08/26/18 at 11:29PM
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Poetry
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Words, that I thought, were long dead,
Are now swirling around, in my head.
My mind is like and empty bin.
Words go out and come back in.
Words, mostly of love and sometimes grim,
Are fat and meaty or very thin.
What meaning, does that provide to me,
Is thus: What will be, will be.
