Time does fly... and thoughts do dry...
A story untold, of a boy who was oh so bold...
Poetry breaks into prose, I stand alone holding a rose...
Well... poetry comes easier to a stressed out mind than stories...
A story untold, of a boy who was oh so bold...
Poetry breaks into prose, I stand alone holding a rose...
Well... poetry comes easier to a stressed out mind than stories...

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