I was obsessed
With writing a poem called
12:00 am

I wanted it to be
Powerful and moving
Loving and longing

Like the words I’d see
From fantastical authors
On typewriters of course

I tried desperately
In vain
To find the words within me

But soon I realized
That these words were not
Mine

And that a true work
Of art
Would come from me
And only me instead.

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