Yet know this
as she smashes your heart with her fists:
There are no former poets.
There are only poets,
failed poets,
and dead poets,
and only those in the final group can be numbered.
Yet know this
as she smashes your heart with her fists:
There are no former poets.
There are only poets,
failed poets,
and dead poets,
and only those in the final group can be numbered.

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July 3rd, 2008 at 2:40 pm
Ritalin.
Ritalin.