Write, I do
On this space, words scatter
Spout, i will
Upon this page, crap splatter
Dwell, I may
Along perimeters, thoughts wander
Regret, I have
Within. Words falter.
In prose, the brain one heard its piece-
The moans, the muses, the whines, the whims
In rhyme, the heart one allowed a peep
The hidden, the hollow, the hushed, the mush.
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