I guess I can't write
Because I don't know what I want to write--
Like I lack the pointy thought of an arrow that
Pins down a precise idea--
The insufficiency of my butter knife words
Place me far worse
Than a focused blade of steel--
A poignancy would spring from my hands to the page
Touching the hearts and minds of those who read.
Because I don't know what I want to write--
Like I lack the pointy thought of an arrow that
Pins down a precise idea--
The insufficiency of my butter knife words
Place me far worse
Than a focused blade of steel--
A poignancy would spring from my hands to the page
Touching the hearts and minds of those who read.
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