The French tongue, deep in its speak.
{ Much like the mind itself. }
Oh, the light summer breeze,
hissing through the trees.
{ Just how it melts my everything. }
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the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
