I find myself of late,
Without the words or will to write.
But it's not a quiet state,
It's clogged with bad unspoken rhyme.
I am not the brightest star,
But quite surely I'll still shine.
Whether anybody sees it,
It's all here and it's all mine.
Mar 9, 2024
Mar 9, 2024 at 10:24 AM UTC
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