I am not a poet,
There are no verses,
No rhyme or reason,
For me to exist.
I do not have a heart,
To write and wail
all the good words,
For the grapevine’s trail.
There are no verses,
No rhyme or reason,
For me to exist.
I do not have a heart,
To write and wail
all the good words,
For the grapevine’s trail.
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