Non-Erotic PoetryI quit poetry oncewhat isn't understood
often treated as trash,
discarded with less than a glance
good intentions
put on display,
never a second thought
hurting the marrow
of youths fragile wings,
trying to fly at new altitudes
just words of love
left in a locker,
laughed over and discarded
upon hallway laughter
how wish I'd never,
never, ever, signed my name
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