He vented to his genieOf his great dispair. About the love he blindly lostAnd wished he could repair“Now genie for my final wishI pray that you dont missAnd take me back into the time in which I reminisce.”He laughs and lifts a single handThats balled into a fistHe waves his pointer finger outAnd states heContinue reading “Venting To My Genie”
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Poetry Written By Jacob Armendariz 