I enjoyed writing this, but I think there's something wrong with the flow and such. Any ideas to help improve would be appreciated a lot. Thanks =]
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I don't write to impress,
Just to merely express;
Like the orient.
Ideas trundle on the tracks,
There'll be no going back;
Is it fear?
Sparks and flames will ignite,
Add a load to my fright;
I'll regret it.
I wish I'd never begun,
I miss the light of the sun;
Literature swallows all.
