Before I knew you
The walls were closing in
The heads were rolling
From the shoulders
Before I knew I called to the trees and they
Answered me
Now the strumming of the wind
Leaves me cold
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Before I knew you
The walls were closing in
The heads were rolling
From the shoulders
Before I knew I called to the trees and they
Answered me
Now the strumming of the wind
Leaves me cold
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
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