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This is the poem that I wrote that is going to be published. I won't make any money, but I guess I will have fifteen minutes of fame with it. Mistaken?
Gone with the flow of
currents. Taken away by the sea
of emotions. Crawling to your very
existence. The words you say are
not your own, what am I to do? I don’t know what to
say or how to act. Friends give insight so
where were you? Why should you control
my thoughts and actions? I
had never realized your eyes were brown till I tried to apologize to you. |