Written 4/05 (after reading several particularly depressing poems for school)
Poor tragic poet
So wrapped up in death
That when his life walked out the door
He never knew it left.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
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This is my poetry. Some of it is good, some of it is bad, some of it will be completed later, some of it will remain ever unfinished. Some of it makes little sense. Enjoy whichever ones strike your fancy and forget the rest.
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