Minx's Poetry Thread (updated frequently)
I write a lot....it is my release for all the demons pent up inside of me.
Here's a sampling....there will be more to come.
The Mask
It's cold in the world
when you reach out
to grasp the fleeting of
what never was there.
It's hard all alone as
you stand in the crowd
and the mask
is the smile that you wear.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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