The Piece The Piece Of A Writer Poem by Montel Maggitt

The Piece The Piece Of A Writer



This.
This is me, not a lie or the half truth.
Judge I don't care the words always spill
but empty as the sky they seemed never fill.

Take off, words
but there's no dock.
Fly by night, cause we hate the sight.
Close the vents, as the words become cold a night.

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