I am not going to write a poem today because I have something more interesting to do than sit and wonder which of my useless thoughts ought to turn over a new leaf
I am not going to write a poem today because to write one takes time I don’t have to spare from the crushing weight of sameness that all my words carry these days
I don’t want to write a poem today because it will likely come true and that will hurt a little and then more until
there will be nothing left in me to write
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onward, T

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