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easily, with an optimism misguided, that both volume and quality of what lay within was infinite, a beaker that could never be drained, nor overflow, brimming and believed, in the always of a next poem! know better, known worse, and the only poems that are birthed, all flawed, lesser, the curse of worse, time wrenching the best words away, alas! spend, spent, sent… it was writ as a hope, now, a  false prophecy and woe misbegotten <>> Jan. 13, 2014 a  flawless poem *if such there were, will always be, the next one my poor soul, my rag tag heart has no censor, so careless, reckless, as if words were but frivolous treasures, easy spent, easy get* *if only, how I wish I could harvest my best, with golden cutlery excise the single flawless poem, that I know in my possess* *lay down this hand so weary from cupping tears, be satisfied at long last, so much so, that my casket lowered, hands in repose companioned, clutching his best, easing his rest, a paper record to join his ash,* his flawless poem, at long last
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Jan 14, 2024
Jan 14, 2024 at 9:55 AM UTC
10 years ago it came to me so
easily, with an optimism misguided, that both volume and quality of what lay within was infinite, a beaker that could never be drained, nor overflow, brimming and believed, in the always of a next poem! know better, known worse, and the only poems that are birthed, all flawed, lesser, the curse of worse, time wrenching the best words away, alas! spend, spent, sent… it was writ as a hope, now, a  false prophecy and woe misbegotten <>> Jan. 13, 2014 a  flawless poem *if such there were, will always be, the next one my poor soul, my rag tag heart has no censor, so careless, reckless, as if words were but frivolous treasures, easy spent, easy get* *if only, how I wish I could harvest my best, with golden cutlery excise the single flawless poem, that I know in my possess* *lay down this hand so weary from cupping tears, be satisfied at long last, so much so, that my casket lowered, hands in repose companioned, clutching his best, easing his rest, a paper record to join his ash,* his flawless poem, at long last
flawless anniversary
nat-lipstadt
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Jan 14, 2024
Jan 14, 2024 at 9:55 AM UTC
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