My Poetry

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These words
Flowing from my head
To the page
Are a different language to me...
They sound pretty, though.

But I know
It is all air
Wrapped up in flowery prose
Written by a confused teenage boy
With a head filled with
Hopeless love, idealistic ideas,
and visions of grandure.





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