A Drooping Poet
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an abode of a frustrated poet -- drooping and weak at that -- writing his vile poems while hopelessly seeking improvement over his atrocious and abominable works of art
358 - Eros

Hey, hey, set me free.
Eros, stop clinging to me.
Please do let me go.

357 - Cupid

Diagonally,
You just missed hitting my heart.
Why did you do this?

356.

Nine, eight, seven, six,
The countdown is now ending,
five, four, three, two, one.

355.

Give me love and hope.
Give me courage and much more.
Don’t leave me alone.

354.

Pensive thoughts and dreams
clutter in his dreary mind,
desolating him.

353.

She may be broken
but her words transcend through time
until forever.

352.

Abundance of love
is an abundance of you.
Please don’t leave me now.

351.

A day in the life
of a famished prisoner
in a prisoner.

350.

I will be gone soon.
Just counting on the days left.
Fifteen days to go.

349.

A silent midnight.
A bright yet crippled moonlight.
I’m lonely tonight.

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