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Words break down and fall apart

Which hand was left, which one was right?

Was it verse or was it prose

Does this rhyme or does it not

I can’t just write when you’re right here

It hurts to even hold the quill

Could you just please not look at me?

The spill of ink, the sound of keyboard

Some lines you keep, pages you hide

Notes app entry of rhyming grievances

Read in phonetics not quite right

You can’t quite grasp all the theory

Find moderate sense within the rhythm

The lines read awkward, and you’re left feeling

The filler words might be the reason

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Notes App by family_staralternate_emailbrutus

posted last year, edited last year

Testing out the spacing here.
Originally from November 2022. Never revisited cuz I thought it was kinda lame but now that I read it again I found it charming and worthy of sharing.

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