With pen in hand
I watch as ink flows
from my heart
and say nothing.
As a creator
a single photo
speaks
again, I say nothing.
Happy or miserable
no one sees everything
as I misspell again
thinking poetry is
saying nothing.

With pen in hand
I watch as ink flows
from my heart
and say nothing.
As a creator
a single photo
speaks
again, I say nothing.
Happy or miserable
no one sees everything
as I misspell again
thinking poetry is
saying nothing.
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