Consumed Me.......
Writing......Has it consumed me......
writing......
I think, it sets me free.....
I might be wrong.....
I might be right.....
A birds song.....
At day light........
A new begining......
Each new day......
A new ending.....
The words decay.....
They slip beyond reality.....
Into the rhelm of void......
Way past socity........
Were I get anoyed.......
Then I come back to thought......
Writing.......
Is it consumming me.......?
just a word cought....!!!!
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