Imperfect Poetry from an Imperfect Poet on a quest for the Perfect Poem.
In my next lifeI want to come backAs smoke from the end of a cigarette
in my next lifei want to leave voicesand frozen thoughtsfor you&them to live in>just thought of dat now,just words.
Now that's a really catchy poem .. just soooo i don't know what to say .. made like eh ? and oohhh !
Thanks invisible. Ayza, that's tight
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