The only ones who
Would cry, they crave attention;
They don’t mourn me now.
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I woke up and found this on the notes in my phone. Apparently I penned it in the middle of the night, but I have no recollection of doing so. Nevertheless, 30 poems is no mean feat, and I thought it worth sharing.
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Written for Day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month/#NaPoWriMo.
Amazing what we are capable of, even without our knowledge.
I have to admit, I don’t much like this… but it’s still interesting what I can do in the middle of the night!