The Pen Is Mightier Than the Laptop.
Sat in bed. Pen in hand.
Thoughts and words tumble out.
Sometimes random.
Sometimes ordered.
Sometimes good.
Sometimes terrible.
Crumpled paper litters the room.
Casually tossed aside.
Many poems rejected.
I search for perfection.
Sat in bed. Pen in hand.
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