You form thoughts through me
If I'm wrong You're misconstrued
Your voice lost its home
Thavien's Token: This poem is constructed for Matthew Fromm's "Mirror, Mirror" challenge.
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Oh! That's so true. A missed could mean something completely different. Good one.
You mean like typing out a story? But I have a feeling that I'm wrong.