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I read a poem
That inspired me to write,
But my pen tripped over the words
It laid in textbook margins
And on the back of envelopes.
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I heard a song
That inspired me to sing
But every fifth croon
That passed my lips
Was accompanied by a cringe.
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I saw a portrait
That inspired me to paint
But my thick brush bled
Unable to capture
The complexity of your eyes.
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I touched a hand
That made my fingers ache with longing
Despite their own rough skin
From painting and writing
And trying too hard.
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I met a boy
Who inspired me to love
And become a woman
Who is worthy of his smile.