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He needed to find the key
To the meanders of his mind
No way out, no exit
As he ruminated and cried
As on his pile of mental shit
He continued to sit.
To the meanders of his mind
No way out, no exit
As he ruminated and cried
As on his pile of mental shit
He continued to sit.
Published 14th Sep 2020
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14th Sep 2020 7:05pm
It's a beautiful poem. I like the idea. Some people stick to certain confusing ideas, and they can't leave them. Most of those people are poets.
4th Jan 2021 8:57pm
