I'm done with u, Ur impossible, U get to pour out of yourself and seal the same chink why do it? Don't lie and say that is your goal, like u old man who bowls, why do i do the empathising, agonising, soliloquising, analysing to death, it's not a fair deal like O2 but no breath
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Flora$$$ghostw12 says: Everyone I want feedback. Why a poem like this has so many views but no replies/likes/comments and others have hardly any views but has several likes/comments. I will value your explanation. |
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Coalhouse says: keep boiling it down like gravy the long your work simmers the richer and thicker it becomes. |
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