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His eyes see a damnable irridescent neon glow from his / skin; it is the worst kind of headache inducing artificial light./ His skin rejects the sun. / He is his own office.
Everyday I am going to post a poem that I have written that day. Most will not be great pieces of literature. My hope is that by forcing myself to write a poem each day I can begin to view the world with the eyes of a poet. It will make me grow as a writer.
It isn't the final product that matters. It is the journey of writing that is important.
It isn't the final product that matters. It is the journey of writing that is important.
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