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How I Interjected Three Lines To One

… i find it fitting to keep all lines together, even though these were written month’s apart.

Thinkr thinking

The poetry in my head, isn’t from Him that lead.
The simple words are my own, written, as they were sown.
Thoughts of despair, feeling’s no one can repair.
Wake – up, see the light, not ready for flight.

The day has begun, without a gun, since there is no gun, the day has to be – done.

When it was below cold, I was bold, I stepped outside, only to find it was below cold, I went back inside.

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