Typos

I read her mind

she's like a book

no chapter worth a second look

 

my life-sentence

jailed on a page

brackets bar this printed cage

 

her musings pour

bound by rude glue

she rarely takes you anywhere new

 

she intends to

edit me out

I'm two two-dimensional; I cannot shout

 

other fellows

fill the pages

to supplement her bulging wages

 

like me pinned down

by sharp full stops

our only exercise emptying slops

 

what twists and turns

she has in store

she likes to keep them wanting more

 

comes a hero

to stop the clock;

she's just been struck by writer's block

 

 

 

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