poem patters passing time
latte' lifts, leading the mind
music magic making it flow
i've nothing to do,
i've nowhere to go.
reading rescues, rescue me
tap tap tap, tempting me
Sweeney songs swaying through
how was that,
will that do?
crunchy cashews, creating a beat
quite questions ,quest the air
water wetting wishful lips
my back hurts,
but not my hips.
born beautifully bashful, i was
not needing numbers, needing words
existential experiments exist through me
im ready to become,
what i was meant to be.
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haha, i really love the alliteration in that. makes it kind of humorous.
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