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im an 18 yr old experimenting poetry, have i got a talent or should i stop trying! |
| My heart is dislocated out of it's place my mindless brain is misplaced somewhere from its original place search for the mysteries of life on my confused curious face dozens of questions asked but never answered the true reason for our existance that lie still unravelled, abandoned covered with quilts, blankets and sheets, fail to determine the days from nights, strong heartbeats heads spinning round and round like aimless planets revolving around the galaxy freely all year round nightly shivers mounted with terrors as I traverse rivers,deserts mountains and seas spending hours contemplating on this God given nature spiritually meditating off the sky a divine creature: a real preacher |