It doesn't happen that way
There isn't a sublime time
To find a rhyme
Don't commit the crime
Of writing something that's not worth a dime
Let the moment find you
Words fly into your brain
To soothe the pain
Of the earthquake of emotions
And notions of curiosity
A Monstrosity of thoughts
Being created
Not outdated
Inflated pieces of pretentiousness
Overrated by the people
Pour out your heart and soul
You'll appreciate it later.
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