again his scars are bleeding
and his thoughts are too loud
but if the poet was happy,
he'd have nothing to write about.
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Poetryyou're so caught up in your own storm that you don't see the thunders crashing down on me.
xxii. the poet
again his scars are bleeding
and his thoughts are too loud
but if the poet was happy,
he'd have nothing to write about.