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Poems are not for happy days
Poems are not for happy days,
For resolutions and self-promises,
For being tough and unresponsive,
Poems are not for new beginnings.
Poems are searching, searing, morbid,
They turn you in and leave the sun,
Poems seek out your obsessions,
They tickle them, they wrap them in a bow.
Poems are not for going out and doing,
For being your great mechanical self.
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Tuesday 14th April 2020 3:04 pm
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