Generic (or, The I can write crap too, poem)

Choirs of angels sing In praise of your Beauty and our love, As we were destined To be together, Love coming from above, Just as you are the air I breathe And the essence of my soul My life is better Because I met you. I shall scream it from The mountain tops, I am free of trials And tribulations, Because you fit me Like a glove In this gift from God Which is love.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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