Madness is a work of art.
Fear and failure. Irritation.
Nothing becomes a voice--
a shout, a whisper, a scream.
It's a necessary waste of time.
These spaces must be filled.
I will call it music.
6 hours ago
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Another perfectly made tiny poem.
perfect last line. bravo!
Thanks, guys.
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