PreachingA Poem by Inda
in all his disposition;
anger within reasoned arguments. the wheel keeps spinning and no it'll never end. he's throwing words around like confetti, celebrating his own voice. while the rest stay quiet; quiet they'll remain, holding onto something they cannot explain much less understand.
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