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He sits and writes
Words and sentences
Sometimes he rises before the sun sometimes he sleeps in but always he is writing always.
He might be in Love
She creeps into his mind like sunlight on his skin.
He sits and he writes love poems he writes letters to her and the sun
Yet he still backspaces and lives in his favourite room
The past, visiting flowers that poison thorn and wilt.
He writes about heroes who he believes he could be.
Yet never seem to hold on to courage long
Enough.
Yet sometimes not always his own words fill him with hope and he no longer sits.
He Rises.
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PoetryA Poem about writing A poem about the beautiful distractions about the dedication and fear about writing and exposing your art
