Yogabud
Faceless Corporations
December 15, 2017
The room was mine
A canvas to play with.
My dark heart would shine
As we flowed through my playlist
A curated collection
A certain rhythmic flow
Where once I sought perfection
I am now I scarecrow.
Lost without a heart
For my muse has been censo
Original Poetry • Daily
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