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Can I write you every day? I don't know. A poem might be just two lines or it might be a lifetime.

It might be a confession or it might be a concession. It might be an ask or it might be a tell.

How would I know what these words want from me to ask of you?

How can I turn this thing into action? Suppress vulgar me and find salvation in transcendent you.

Is it the other way 'round? Maybe I'm the base and you're the acid I'm meant tone down.

Or I'm just another whore. And maybe, just maybe you're a proper locked door.

Can I write you every day? I don't know. A poem might be just two lines or it might be a lifetime. It might be a confession or it might be a concession. It might be an ask or it might be a tell. How would I know what these words want from me to ask of you? How can I turn this thing into action? Suppress vulgar me and find salvation in transcendent you. Is it the other way 'round? Maybe I'm the base and you're the acid I'm meant tone down. Or I'm just another whore. And maybe, just maybe you're a proper locked door.
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[–] • 1 pt

I'm humbled by your praise.

It is just a great rhyme and meter.

My urge to steal rhyming 'confession' with 'concession' is incredibly indicative of that. It feels so natural, like, why the fuck didn't I think of that?

Regardless, all great rhymes and writings seem obvious once you have already seen them written.

It was truly a dank poem.

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I don't recall where I read it, but it has been said that every generation of poetry is a revision or criticism of the one before.

Looking at my writing from 15 years ago I can now clearly see that what I thought was original was really just riffing on (or ripping off) what I was reading and listening to 5 or 10 years before.

Given enough time you'll forget the poem but remember the rhyme and write it as your own. I, for one, will be glad for it to happen.

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Looking at my writing from 15 years ago

Good Lord, please let us see that time capsule

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Might do. It's the same emotional slop that I write now. Just with different influences. I listen to a wider variety of music now and I'm not near as desperate for affection as I used to be. That edge of desperation reads as immaturity to me now, but I'll dig around for some less cringe too post.