So in this effort to tap my inner muse, I've come to some realizations. The only thing worse than reading bad poetry, is writing it, and then reading it. So the greatest of apologies.

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Hoping for your song
To float from my lips,
But it stops.

Hoping for my smile
To find you somehow,
But it stops.

Hoping to smell
The hope that you bring,
But it stops.

Hoping for eyes,
To tell you my prayer,
But it stops.

Hoping my hope,
Will find you somewhere,
and it