Poetry in a box
By magnanimous
This is poetry that I have written 'on-a-whim'. Most of this is what I think of when looking at an object or remembering something that happend.
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Anger
It stinks, it reeks of old socks, it was electrifying and it filled me up, it truly was anger. I released the sound of anger, it was loud; it screeched and moaned,
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