Mind My MindA Poem by f. annwhatever you know when it's so dry it bubbles?My mind is unmade but the pillows are laid What are thoughts even for? If I think a thing and it grows legs Does my mind control what it can implore? Or is my unmade mind just getting closer To what I’ve wanted to discover? All things I crave are just one Thought away. © 2014 f. ann |
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Added on August 16, 2014 Last Updated on August 16, 2014 Author
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