There, I can see it. It’s so close.
The queen will be happy once I gather–
Oh no… what’s this? I can’t get through.
But I can see it, I can smell it. It’s right there!
So why then–
Wait… what’s that shadow?
There, I can see it. It’s so close.
The queen will be happy once I gather–
Oh no… what’s this? I can’t get through.
But I can see it, I can smell it. It’s right there!
So why then–
Wait… what’s that shadow?
The Horrors of Writing 
Great Post
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Thanks. It’s a weird one. Then again, all my poems are a bit weird.
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