A Writer's SolitudeA Poem by Jacob BrineGo to the movies they said Lots of flicks are playing I almost went But I knew Once I got there In that dark room All alone You would creep Ever so slowly Into my head And at times When you're usually a blessing You become A curse© 2014 Jacob Brine |
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Jacob BrineLebanon, PAAbout"Every Single thing has its own unique beauty. People with autism get to cherish this beauty, as if it's a kind of blessing given to us. Wherever we go, whatever we do, we can never be completely lone.. more..Writing
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