This is becoming an addicting habit; writing about everything :F

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This is a poem I put together in about five minutes when I couldn’t concentrate on my work:

Verses pour onto the page

But with no continuation.

They are shreds, like torn up poems,

Not able to be put together.

Unmatchable, undissipatable.

Floating around: grey clouds on a stormy day;

I guess I don’t really have anything to say.

I can’t really think of a title… so I’ll just call it sadness.


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