An unfinished poem Is a hungry, Restless beast, On a hunting spree, For right words.
The finished one Is a calm Composed bird. The one that makes Heart as light as A humble feather.
I wonder if I am Either. Neither. Or both.
Your parents fought hard to Settle on a common name for you After your birth. As a compromise your dad Prefixed you secretly after his ex. C...
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