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The Dead Poem
(Note: This poem is not about death, nor is it an allusion/metaphor referring to death) I always have these ideas for poems in my head But then I either forget them Or don’t remember how I worded it So perfectly in my mind I try different words and phrases And rearrange the order of the sentences But nothing seems to fit the puzzle as perfectly As it once was It’s such a shame I have to put each poem down I mourn for each one I do
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