Many a poems are not poetry w/out pain
Be it by love with emotional disdain
Be it mental, who can not contain insane

Ink to drip out of all their veins
Some slow & some even strain
Bleeding all the very same

Lyrics to versus;  rhy’mic rhymes
Talking of sadness, of such, once sublime
Wanting & waiting for that one magical line

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