I did it again
Every time my soul bangs its head
I sing and soar
My flesh hurts
But my thoughts avoid death
I keep smiling and
And hurt his ego
Ignoring the nasty nights of his devilish aims.

I did it again
Every time my soul bangs its head
I sing and soar
My flesh hurts
But my thoughts avoid death
I keep smiling and
And hurt his ego
Ignoring the nasty nights of his devilish aims.
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Hi, Ivor here, I’m only on my phone tonight, but thank you for showing an interest in my poetry…
I see in your “about me”, you asked about why we started writing…
After this incident,, I couldn’t read nor write, and during my rehabilitation, I decided to use poetry as a part of my recovery process to learn how to read and write again..
Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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Thank you.
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Hi Prajakta, how have you been? Hopefullu I will get an answer to that as I hit your homepage. I guess we both are on our absence sprees since a long time. I have myself just recovered from my long absence. Thank you so much for reading and appreciating.
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Hhaha no we tend to take our breaks!
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Thanks.
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Hahaha yeah, kind of!
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