2 something

a lazy poet

too exhausted to pick up the pen

laying on my floor

staring desperately into my ceiling fan

whirring away

in an empty room

the second one on

the left

just up the stairs

you’ll find me

with starry eyes and visions

of grandeur

and grace

but not a single ounce

of willpower.

 

 

 

 

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