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January 9, 2017

The nervous never get anywhere,

and where I find my faults my strengths accrue.

Yet when things really do mean something,

the words flutter and subdue.

Whenever my mind has no need to care,

the words pour out in lieu

of a filter I put in my mind.

To keep my stupid thoughts in queue.


From → Poems

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