January 27, 2016 by jeliwobble
Some poetry cannot be read. It has to be experienced. Words do not flow. Instead, solid brick formations of misunderstood … Continue reading
Category: Life Musings
| Tags: depression, meaning, poem, poetry, understanding, word-play
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