I speak in rhyme,
sometimes.
It comes out unintentionally,
and fucks with me,
mentally,
leaving the listener
with a thought,
for the better or not.
Now I can’t stop.
There is a lot
that rhymes with
thought.
I speak in rhyme,
sometimes.
It comes out unintentionally,
and fucks with me,
mentally,
leaving the listener
with a thought,
for the better or not.
Now I can’t stop.
There is a lot
that rhymes with
thought.
Rhyming is awesome. Almost all my poems rhyme. Great post!
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thanks!
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You’re welcome
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Its fun!
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It’s so true lol
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