O father preach unto my humble soul the meaning of these rambles! Hark! Wilst thou not find it in thou heart? vfoh momma

Monday, May 01, 2006

Black Hole Poetry pt.1 and 2

I am a black hole for poetry
When ideas come near me, they explode
I am a black hole for poetry
When people come near my poems, they explode

I am a blackhole for poetry
When ideas come through me, they come out mutated
Demented
I am a black hole for poetry
When people read my poems, them come out mutated
Demented

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