Cutting through metal, like oil through water
And fencing a cage one wall at a time
Mending walls with technology to sadder
Never turning back after the prime.
Free am I, as a ball-point pen
To trust the writer's wit that rests deep within
Cause you see, a tree that's been topped is more rounded than a tree that has not.
What did you think
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wow...yet again...amazing..and better than mine will ever be... I envy your poetry. Keep writing and congratulations my friend on being one of the best poets I have met. I enjoy your poetry very much...
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this is cool. I'm not sure i understand it completely, but i thought it was a cool poem. It's a break from the sorrows about heartbreaks and sorrows i normally read (and write). . .unless that's what it's talking and i'm just to slow to catch on haha
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