“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Accusations to try
I did not break in or force my way through
I did not let go
too early
I did not make you
do, say, or think maybe there is
more
I did not know more than you
I did not
do anything
About it
I did dig (in)
deeper than the surface layer
I did
hang on
longer than I should
I did give all I had, every day
which was not enough
somedays
I did want to quit
but did not.
I did grow too fast
and hit my head
on your ceiling
I did (not do)
all I could
to (not) deny
all that I
did
and I
did
not
do
enough
for I
before it was all
over
done and said.
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