Profound
Refresh
Transgress
Regret
The cycle seems to find her.
I have none to show.
Mind racing, fingers numb.
Stilted breath, wandering eyes.
Never at ease
Trying to look up more.
Yield hope
Die by your pen
A life of love.
What’s the role of a poet in times like these?
She posed.
That song replays in my mind
Lost in the woods.
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