this stanza does not have four lines,
but only because i thought about it.
who wouldn't?
i couldn't write something original unless
you were there by my side,
reminding me that i should have ideals.
and this one will rhyme,
because i finally have the time,
to think things out and i'm not sore...
but look - this one has four.
time for some
line breaks.
i guess nothing
can be
totally original,
unless you're totally deluded.
but that's fine.
would you know that i was happy from the ending
of the last stanza of each poem?
i guess so.
you could sniff out a failure from a million miles away.
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