Poetry

This is one of those bits of poetry that is so random it could be open for much interpretation. I still kind of like it though. Sometimes I just try and write a poem to write one ... so a lot of time they come to nothing. It's ok if you think this is an example of nothing, but I kind of liked it upon re-reading:

Broaken bakcs undr ground
dove hight
dropping

speed of light
orbit still
moonshine drinkin'

fall away again
fall apart.

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