#132

I sit down in a park

and I try to write.

Will I write another shitty poem about the

sun?

Will I describe in detail the bright green

grass

Hoping someone else will like my

imagery?

All of these silly little poems mean

nothing.

We need to write about what makes us feel

something.

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