I thought of wrenching out poetry
from places deep or maybe shallow
depends on who reads them
and how they interpret
my mood swings
For they might be fodder for great thoughts
for someone seeking so
and mindless reflections
on broken mirrors for another
sometimes the poems spill
faster than I can write
oftentimes though
I need to squeeze their throats
to let out a small croak
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