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A poet I will never be Tiz poor and lifeless Devoid of perfection Pages Blank pages upon scribbled I have The pen bleeds my heart but lies Pages So many pages Blank and arid dry and torn The emptiness it scorns Pages I stab at...
A poet I will never be Tiz poor and lifeless Devoid of perfection Pages Blank pages upon scribbled I have The pen bleeds my heart but lies Pages So many pages Blank and arid dry and torn The emptiness it scorns Pages I stab at...