My heart has a pistol of a potion I’ve turned against myself well I choose to love you and I’m the poetry written on imaginary line is I have no words that are crumbled up a paper towel be tossed a chance I’m the poetry and express Volpe that’s only be written down during insanity and I am the poetry of the peace with the chaos of the world continues to shut me down
i get up a hundred times strong
i write for the women who have a heart the weight of gold whilst the world tries to break them
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I'm not a Vocal Newbie (not that there's anything wrong with that), and I'm technologically comfortable. But, I'm also perhaps too comfortable. I think I know, even if I know that I don't know what I don't know, I still think I know more that I do know.
By Judey Kalchik 5 days ago in Writers
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