By Clifton   

At night my thoughts run wild like buffalos on an open field,
All these different emotions going on but I keep most of them concealed,
Expressing your feelings too freely can compromise the entirety of your weak spots,
So I vent to my pen and paper and write poems cause my art is all ive got.

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