Lines empty blank lines
looking back at me with
laughter as my writing
becomes and even bigger
disaster the spaces between
the thin blue lines get
bigger and bigger as I
try to rhyme, but if
perfect is what I'm trying
to get then the lines
will show me nothing but
disrespect now perfect is
no longer my main goal
I shall fill the spaces
with a drawing of a
baby foal

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