Completely different.
I believe I've only ever posted one other poem. This is something I just wrote, and I thought I'd share it.
I am an enigma.
Undecipherable.
Uncalculated and
Unreadable.
I am an open book,
Heart on my sleeve
Crying in the night
With desperation.
Two halves
Have not equaled
My hole.
Still empty.
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