Lines

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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