I don’t know why I have to write such long poems,
why I have to paint a canvas with long strokes.
I don’t know why I’m rushing life,
or maybe I have it wrong.
Life is rushing me.
I guess I can say what I want to say
in a short stanza.
Weird.
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Author:
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