I wrote this after I read my 12th grade english teacher's poetic work on his website, some of which is very good. Though after I was finished reading I had this sudden urge to go read my own work, and it intrigued me.
It is a peculiar thing
Reading other people's poetry.
For the moment I finish
I must run
To the safety
Of my own work,
As if I forgot it was there,
And to know that it is.
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