I love all my sad poems
I love all my love poems
I love all my nasty one now
I love all of them written
In the palm of my head
And in the broken hearted me
I'm proud being me
I'm proud being stupid like bison
In the grassland wandering
Searching for the meaning
Of the sunshine and the rain
Falling to fill the hungry soul like mind
lost to another lost hand
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