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barbed liar
barbed liar
upon seeing the green fields of yonder, i was wholly captivated. i had to get there. but how? a barbed wire fence stood between me and my goal. i didnt care. i had to get there. upon attempting to scale the fence, i found myself entangled beyond the point of escape. all i could do was hang there helplessly, gazing into the green fields of yonder; wondering if they even exist. |
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i will, love. when the inspiration comes to me, i will. i dont usually plan poems though. ideas and metaphors just pop into my head and i like them so much i have to write them down or ill kick myself for forgetting them. and id never forget about you!
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