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[shiningfractal]

I have no talent whatsoever for poetry
just a try-hard unwilling to give up
amidst these hasty tones
and embittered groans
I carry on this long established habit
of writing every single day
but if I was at least
writing anything good at all
anything of substance
anything even remotely publishable
I have been forestalled
by many someones far swifter
communication has always been
puzzling to me to say the least
locked here with my spindling wheel
there were so many signs
a monologue in appearance only
I loved and detested
each and every one of them in turns
these abruptly showering sentiments
I received from mama
have left me utterly
disinterested in all manners
of pleasures involving
drama and the actual
execution of plans
I was mindful to my duties
up until the point
I recognized them as duties
if I no longer believed
something to be my duty
I would drop it hard
with no regrets

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