Compulsive Poet
As a compulsive poet
I am a 13-lines man
Everything in excess
Must be trimmed down
And everything short
Must be supplemented
Not artificially or by force
By reason and research
Allowing words to dance
Around driving thoughts
Hopes and weaknesses
Trusting that eventually
They will find their place
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You’re currently reading “Compulsive Poet,” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
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Gladius Poeticus 
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