This is the jungle of The dead and
Light. Vertical limbs
Blank patterns on the backdrop Of green
Bark peeling in haste Because
You never know What is Coming
Like Maybe
Rain.
Well, I write poetry, and I like to think I'm good at it. You should read them, Lots of people have said they're beautiful, And I like them well enough. So really. Read this blog.
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