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The Concrete Poet
Poems
Feb 2019
Red ink - edit that
If I ran out
of ink?
I would write
my poetry
in my blood.
Cause,
I pull muses
through my
home's walls.
I pull muses
from a
quiet room,
the stale air.
I pull muses
through my
television screen,
from the lyrics
of song.
I pull muses
from everywhere
and
everything.
So,
I need ink.
Let's hope that
I never run out
of ink.
Written by
The Concrete Poet
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