2d
i am
but a poetry babe,
alone in a world of words
the melancholy that pervades
is only fleeting,
as the hope
of maturity grows,
with each write —
but a poetry babe,
alone in a world of words
the melancholy that pervades
is only fleeting,
as the hope
of maturity grows,
with each write —
(43/F/Australia)
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