GreedA Poem by E.J. Michalec
My mind, it was your piggy bank
You saved disruptive thoughts They rattle about for ages Oh, how you loved the sound © 2018 E.J. MichalecReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 7, 2018 Last Updated on January 7, 2018 AuthorE.J. MichalecCleveland, OHAboutI'm Em. I'm 21. Poetry for me is a valve to release the multitude of pressures that come my way in life. This profile more or less has every piece I've written since I was as young as 13 and the art o.. more..Writing
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