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Writer's Block
For a poet, words
And
Proper
Use of verse
Often
Fail me
But I often dream
Of the lines in your hands
The wrinkles that line
Your palm as you tighten your
Grip around mine,
The ravines it creates in which
I want to fill with affection
For a poet, my descriptions
Are often lackluster,
Falling short in a
Lame
Kind of way
But I don’t suppose i’d
have any trouble describing how my
Lips would melt like dark chocolate
Against yours,
Had they known the pleasure
For a poet, I often feel shallow
I am far too much
An a**hole, and not
Nearly enough Bukowski
But I have a passion,
A fire that refuses to burn out
And I want to give it all to the ‘one’,
In which I hold to such
A high regard,
But I don’t know
if i’ve met The
one, do
You?
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