see words hurting
a virgin page white
sharply crippled making no sense
but like breathing a need
at the time
arrange letters in a neat row no lines
see yours in mock hello again
and nearby
silence complains every day
what to do with this
load that awaits every morning
to turn into heaviness sometimes
other times
light as a mood
flounder through the day
faithful to thoughts that
accuse with so much renewed
force tomorrow
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another poem i like to counter with the media below
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does edit mean any change to writing at all? or just fixing mistakes? (i have no idea, actually)
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
