magpo is for eighteen-year-olds

I

you smell. surrender all wind.

II

suddenly
the sky vanished

III

you crush
the chill
from this
empty morning

IV

moon will drop his stars
let march come

V
begin to leave
yet
hear the song
remember
not a fling
a friend

VI

she usues summer sky as balm

The first

The first
Is always the worst
Though I fear I have nothing
to fear
Please be kind, please be cruel

Add at your will
There is just one rule
Everything added
Must be verse
Put it down
Get it out

Be what you feel you can be
Everything
You wish
Will come true
If here

I'm only kidding
Be kind
Be cruel
Be what you wish
Invitation
Terrible terrible terrible
I hope this brings you peace

Write now