I Write... Poem by Peitho Enthermos

I Write...

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'I write with great portray
and the words dance around the sun
and I never called it just 'day';

When I am mad, I write with great force
that my pen runs out of ink and I write with sharpies on the surface of the floors.

But you, I had to bleed, cry, get happy or sleep
Yet no word can mark the paper that ever runs deep.'

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