carl sat down to write
a poem
he didn't really have any great ideas
just needed to write
a flow of words came upon him
but they were all the same word
love this love that
it wasn't really fair that he
couldn't think of anything else to write
there was plenty more happening
but he thought nothing of those things
they weren't affecting him like
the strings of his heart
it was the only thing he wanted to talk about
but it was the only thing no one wanted to hear
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