jmwsw
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Started writing poems a long time ago to impress a girl. Didn't know what the hell I was doing. Refined it over time and got to where I really enjoyed it. It became like pressing the button in LOST for me. Then I quit for several years. Now I'm trying to get back into it a little at a time. Again, because of a girl. But I'm not trying to impress her, this time. I'm trying to thank her for reminding me of what I'd forgotten, for helping me rediscover what I had lost. For bringing me back to life. And the only way to do that is to write.

Joined: April 2022 Last seen: 2 years ago

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Naomi I feel the prick against my skin Where you begin to carve away The stubborn chaff that never dies; And are they lies, the words you say? Will this, my cleansing and my shine E’er make you mine? This blood-stained sheet That drapes about me... – *by Jared Woods*	58 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

I feel the prick against my skin
Where you begin to carve away
The stubborn chaff that never dies;
And are they lies, the words you say?
Will this, my cleansing and my shine
E’er make you mine? This blood-stained sheet
That drapes about me...

– by Jared Woods

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