Running Late
Coffee stains the page,
turning lines
struggled for
fought for
from the mind of a poet
into an inky mess.
In this he feels
loss
but no sadness
because a true poet
is no master of words
but one of the
meaning behind them.
turning lines
struggled for
fought for
from the mind of a poet
into an inky mess.
In this he feels
loss
but no sadness
because a true poet
is no master of words
but one of the
meaning behind them.
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Good for people to know.
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