Non-Erotic Poetryuntitled #26As I listen to nothing
circling the air around you
I wait for an answer
or even a clue
as to what my part was in this.
For for now,
and until that time
I change emotions with the tides
I write stupid fucking rhymes
and wonder what the hell
I'm doing here.
English
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