My attempts at poetry....

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My attempts at poetry
Are met with blank stares
As I struggle to convey
Emotions and thoughts with care
Rhyme schemes and syllables
I twist and I bind
Hoping one day to find
The perfect words to unwindAll Rights Reserved

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