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I Write



When all that’s left is solitude
A hallow sound of a click
Needing to regain my latitude
I reflect...I write

Overwhelmed with gratitude
A scribble of a pen
Showing my props with servitude
Humbled...I write

A lioness on the prowl with absolute fortitude
Sharp, ready to etch
With innate aptitude
Self aware...I write

Engulfed in this sea of moral turpitude
Dropping a line
Voicing with great amplitude
My slant...I write

Engorging in the bliss of my sexuality
Moist ink from a feather tip
Careening on a cloud of immortality
Quenched...I write

Teetering on the tight rope of fatality
Crimson tear stains
Unhinged by my own mortality
Shaken...I write

My people, raw nature, pure sense of coevality
A frivolous jot
A belly laugh, pervading in joviality
Euphoric...I write

Ensuing the flutter in my chest
Perpetual, my pen will never rest...






Written by Hauntedsoul
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