No, It’s Not What You Think

Anymore
My wrist is sore
I tried to score
A piece that bores
Into the core–
Whatever for?–
But something tore
And there’s no more

This would be nice…
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Still, I must write
Myself must fight
Despite my plight
As I well might
And seek the height
Where clearer light
And purer night
Restore delight

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