I am but I am bic

These blurbs I write may never fall on deaf ears

I breath new life through my appendage gears

Iambic is a style I know nothing about

I'm sure I was taught but only blanks are drawn out

I am but a kid thawing words on this stage

I give thanks for the dictionary when it takes my fucks away


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