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Dec 2017
I want to write for you
But the words they flee me
And as I keep writing, keep forcing it,
it only gets worse and worse

If only you knew
how many of these 'poems' of mine,
mere bits of language mashed forcefully together,
are resting in my draft box,
resting there for ever,
barely never to be revisited again

And yet I don't stop
sitting here when I should long since
be fast asleep
Because I fear that I'm leaving you here
with all of these unexpressed, never said sound-things
I fear I dread I worry I am afraid
When I should be embracing you
I actually put a little bit of thought into this one thinking about stuff I would like to find if I were a student trying to analize it for school. By stuff I mean stylistic devices and by a little bit of thought I mean I was in the bathtub and thought of this out of the blue
parttimeboy
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parttimeboy  Bigender
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