A Poem Poem by penny kraft
A Poem
you speak to prove to yourself that you are alive
you stick around to prove it's true
the phone that rings
the itch that must be scratched
the birds outside the open window
you sit inside
with your weapon of choice
the perfection of your soul answers the call
you realize your choice
and you write it down
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4/5/2026 12:22:31 PM # 1.0.0
vary nice poem could be more to it thought