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Wow, I haven't seen this in awhile.

I was going to post something profound, but instead, after a random search for poetry, I found the stuff I wrote years back. I was really depressing when I was a teenager. Here’s an example of what I used to write.

Plain and Simple Soul

No messages are left to keep,
For only souls are worn to weep.
The blood that bleeds, and simply still
Is mysterious to our appeal.
And all the words that are never whole
Compose this plain and simple soul.