There will be poetry for days. I can write for miles. There’s so much in this vast expanse to unearth, so much more.
You told me once that I was already someone.
I only just recently understood.
There will be poetry for days, stretching for miles. We’ve filled books, inked endless amounts of pages.
Of this I’m certain; there will be poetry for ages. They promise to tell tales of the dark, enlightened and golden times, too.
There will be poetry for you.




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