In The Moment
Nothing else to do,So I write whatever comes to mind,
A poem in the moment,
Finally I've found a place,
With people like me,
Who understand how I feel,
The way my mind works,
To other it's a mystery,
But here they speak,
The way I do,
They think the way I do
Here my thoughts are not scroned,
My feelings not teased,
A place where I feel at home,
where nothing confuses me,
Poetry by Paurocks
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Written on 2011-08-21 at 15:43
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