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Just like that other one you let me read the other night ago, the ending to this poem keeps me wondering on and on and on for some reason-its a good thing lol;
it feeds my thoughts and wakes up my mind
Starves my worries while suppressing the unkind
Leave me in the dark room, to find myself in a black and white photograph
A time I thought my spirit had died, but I just witnessed my birth, from the past.
-Whatever lol, somethin I just made up. I don't really know what it means, you make its definition out of it for me lol. I'm really diggin your pieces you been puttin out lately.
-Much Love
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