Category : Poems

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Bolt
I must bid you adieu'
Holt
For what grabs me anew

A gypsy soul
An Untaiming of the shrew

I run for cover
After untying my shoes

Undying curiosity 
Keeps me unglued

A loose hinge in the middle 
Words constantly weaving a loom 

Anxiously awaiting seeking
What my planted seeds do bloom