Also, I'd like to talk about how I write my poetry.
I was changing in my room. I share my room with a 17 year old black cat. His name is (don't laugh, he's cool. and old, and senile now, but cool.) Midnite. He annoys the hell out of me. But last night, I let him out and not back in. Anyway, as I was changing, I thought to myself,"Wow, a night without Midnite was nice. Hm...a night without midnight."
Bam. There you go.






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Sometimes poetry needs some more red tape: [link]
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~Aim for the moon.. Even if you miss.. You're still among the stars~
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Sometimes poetry needs some more red tape: [link]
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Sometimes poetry needs some more red tape: [link]
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Sometimes poetry needs some more red tape: [link]
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