next year
i wanna revise a poem a day for a year
learn to finish something i've begun
for the past two
all i've learned is how to run
every beginning
i've made
was a dead end i've been too afraid to face
i turn 180s faster than someone can break my line breaks
every turn
is a mistake
a run in the wrong direction
for fear
of what
im not completely sure
i just know
thats the uncertainty
the not knowing
what story lies at the end of these lines
is killing me
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