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Poems creep along my skin;
They ache to escape from my pen.
But my hands betray me
They stop, they delay
my words are stunted
they make noises they grunted
In my face
Far from commonplace
They scream at full voice
They leave me no choice
my wrists bleed black
the words attack
and tear at my arteries
no place to flee
Until some time, between dawn and dusk
I'm left a hallow husk
The words are written, and I'm totally drained
no more life is left in these vains
until The woman I Love: Calliope,
comes, and breathes life, into me
They ache to escape from my pen.
But my hands betray me
They stop, they delay
my words are stunted
they make noises they grunted
In my face
Far from commonplace
They scream at full voice
They leave me no choice
my wrists bleed black
the words attack
and tear at my arteries
no place to flee
Until some time, between dawn and dusk
I'm left a hallow husk
The words are written, and I'm totally drained
no more life is left in these vains
until The woman I Love: Calliope,
comes, and breathes life, into me
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It seems a bit silly to say i love your rhyming on a poem... but i'm going to say it anyways!
Love your rhyming!
Love your rhyming!