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Saturday, 11 March 2017

The World Is Empty [M People]

The world is empty,
though it's full,
of nothing's plenty,
With it's pull.

But gone, are flavours,
Of my youth,
Things I wanted,
Pleasant truths.

But, now I'm seeking,
Things, more fine.
That's why I penned you,
This, small rhyme.

[#autopoetry tweeted to @QueenofBohemia7]

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