Eat your wordsThis forum, formerly known as Vogon poetry, has now been expanded to include all forums of literary creative expression. Please post ONLY your own work and try not to flame other users. Bad vogonesque poetry, is of course, still welcome here.
I was the perfect son. I did all the right things. The reply mute I am born of your blood. I am a guide. I grew in your arms. Nature bestows unknown. I was made a promise. I am ashamed for them. The others are forgotten. I am the gift of life. I let you chose. I am. Yes we are.
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