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Oct 2023
No longer pleased by quiet passing,
I write and fill notebooks.
Every scrap of paper is coated,
Bleeding black ink,
Gasping for a chance
To be seen
Before it's crumpled and thrown on the floor,
Gathered with discarded others near the bin
Jaicob
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Jaicob  18/M/six feet under
(18/M/six feet under)   
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