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Oct 2019
Jot, Jot, Jot,
The pen skids across the paper,
The ink leaving behind a trail of black that forms thoughts,
Jot, Jot, Jot,
Thoughts form the story,
The story shows the past,
Of the teenage poet,
The poet, who is in constant pain.
Written by
Daniel Pokorny  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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   Cody Smith
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