Tonight

Poets don’t know where to start maybe we have broken hearts no one knows the pain of art. Poets don’t know who to please we don’t have heart that come with ease we hope to share so we can breathe but you will never know the breeze. Yes this is the least I might proclaim yet better than the latest find.

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