One thousand poems are caught in my maw
Chatty heart oppressed by my tongue and its law
A few hundred dances reside in my bones
But I've many chains for my sins to atone
A dozen songs sleeping inside of my chest
Are ruined by lungs which neglected protest
A handful of stories I've carried in mind
Find hands far too restless to narrative wind
A couple of reasons are behind my eyes
To keep waking up and mystery pry
A singular flame unfettered and whole
Impossibly fills such a cavernous soul.
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Author:
Quemis (
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I don't want to assume anything here, your poetry seems gifted.
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