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Imagining a poet

Poets in my head

write with quills on parchment,

in a room lit by a lantern,

a fire in the grate.

They pen the words they cannot speak,

their passion fuelled by all consuming love

for a lover lost, amid dramatic showdowns,

of how they couldn't live on love alone.

Their broken hearted lover

takes another love,

who woos them with whispers in their ear.

Yet none shall replace the poet, who first stole their heart.

If the poet finds their voice, their lover may once more share the poet's bed.

For love alone may not be enough

but life without love never is.

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