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3:34 AM - On Poets;
We merely think a lot about nothing,
and then, we think some more.
Until our veins crack from consuming to much ink,
and our eyes bleed black—
Then do we write them down,
having forgotten where we started in the first place.
and then, we think some more.
Until our veins crack from consuming to much ink,
and our eyes bleed black—
Then do we write them down,
having forgotten where we started in the first place.
Published 25th Jan 2011
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