Ansel's Artistic Assortment
This is not worth your time. Please do not continue if you value your time. Time is of the Essence. Don't mess with the Essence.
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Oops! I've lost my head! Featured PoemWell, here is a rotten failure of a poem that was doomed from the beginning. The only reason I continued after the first few words was to see what making a huge mistake knowingly really felt like. Interpret it freely. The only reason I added in the first line was to force the reader to think of one form of tears first - otherwise, the beginning of the third line would not make sense to them. Of course, what really does in this poem if you're not the writer? NOTHING, since it's so poorly written! Or maybe I secretly have no idea what I meant in writing this. Secretly. I just finished crying;
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