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This is a bit of a jokey poem, I've been told I have a dry sense of humour...

Pretentious poetry

Imageby Abby Mooney14 Feb 2014

My soul cries,
As the darkness encompasses me,
I have no direction for I am the compass.
I fall into the abyss,
Spinning,
Cascading,
Like my broken memories of the day that never came.
Always,
Remembering,
That this is utter bollocks and I can just read something else!