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Title: Untitled Poem 1

by Rachael | in writing, poetry

The tap drips
as i sob i look to my toes
for anwers that may not exist
I disregard this
wise choice
the poet speaks his own name over
and over
meaning is lost
discovered
lost
lost
lost

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