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[raspb3rryjam]

I wrote a poem during breakfast today...yeah.

Feeling my head shake
And shudder
As if a gust striking
The panes sending
Sessile drops in
Every direction
Nestled in a grotto -
Twisted in a thicket.
There brims the
Desire
And brews
The dark stuff that
Makes man
Man
And strips the spirit
Of redemption.
Burning for and with
Out purged qualities,
Living

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[turnsole]

you are a poet.