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May 2014
I ask myself if I can do it
knowing deep down I can't
but the aching failure follows me
and calls me back again.
I oblige once more and get my pen,
sliding it angrily against this paper
because this crap is better than
a
blank
page.
A poem about how I can't write poetry.
Taylor Cuomo
Written by
Taylor Cuomo  New York, NY
(New York, NY)   
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