March 22, 2011
By Anonymous

I'd like to sit here and write,
something beautiful on-site,
but I have no gift for words or flow, squawking out lines like a common crow.

I am content, but a fragment
of my piers present a problem with the words I write, don't worry all, I seize to ignite
any more ideas in explosive poems,
alone in isolation my soul be condemned.

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