Geist

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 Poets don’t need Paper

Or Pens to write


Or phones or tech to


Create the thoughts that


Pour from their Skulls


These words Mean Nothing


But they do to you


Time idly watches


While I Scribble these Symbols


So that Someone will read them


And wonder what they're worth


I still don’t know, and I’m the one spending them


But I know I’m sure you do

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