A place of my own

September 13, 2016

Potential getting low
It’s hard to decide
What words should come next
I am perplexed

They just come and go
I never really pick
What I want to tell you
They just sort of flow

In the end I cannot stop
It’s been too long since the start
Lost my rhyme and my count
But I’ll always have this spot

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