For Love Or Nothing

eric 22 new jersey
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The Strings Of Poetry

Each poet pulls and tugs, like fishing

lines, waiting for a catch, in an ocean 

so vast and open, we throw strings 

so thin they hardly cut through the 

water let alone sink, but we wait, we

know the words, the bait, will catch 

something soon, and then we’ll be 

pulled under.

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