The Poets Curse

A poem

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I lost the light breifly.
Lost in rambles of concrete and stress, and bearing nights and rain caked days.
I lost the light
For a moment.
It grew quiet in me and died down in screens of monotony.

Still it is always there. The pregnant night of dreams — the rotten wood beams of civilization — a…

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