My words

My words
Are just squiggles
Inaudibley there
They don't leave sound
Ringing in the air
My poems
Are just blobls
On paper everywhere
Slowly going downward
Stair,
By aching stair
My squiggles
Are my blobs
Not that anyone
Would care
My squiggles
Aren't reality
In life
They're just a tear (rip)





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