In a crowd,
drowning out the slightest
sound.
I've become a bitter, resentful mound.
Maturing flesh
marinating in a perturbent mess.
Enclosed by customs seen,
but not yet met.
My heart resides
yet does not rise.
About Me
- Pancake:
- Basic writing elements intertwine and combine to become something new, something extraordinary. When I write I feel part of myself ripped away and changed. I write to inspire, not only others, but to inspire myself. I write to make the ordinary extraordinary. I write because I love pancakes and cowboys.
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