R.I.P Poetry

Rest in peace to my forgotten ideas

Ideas that may have been genius

Ideas that maybe have gotten me to go somewhere with my dumb fucking life 

My dumb broke life 

My rich, genius, forgotten ideas 

The poor things must be cold 

So forgotten, so alone

Maybe someone can save them 

Or not, 

Either way none of these ideas really mattered,

They never even existed, 

So rest in peace

You will be forgotten  

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