I have no idea when I wrote this poem, but I just came across it again!
It takes but a touch
to know the minds of men.
If wise ways are wicked ways
than evil heart I shall have.
Knowledge brings fury
and frenzy too.
Tiny queens with busy hands
touch and sooth the violent volva.
The eyes that never open
can see many things clearly
Touched
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It was a rather dark time for me, so I am not surprised I don't remember actually putting the words to paper.
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I tend to take pride in my poems, but don't consider myself a poet. I just write down stuff every few years.
I *squeee* feedback.
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