Poetry Perfection Complexion
I have attempted to write, most furiously,
But no paper I tread leaves a mark worth keeping.
What secret key have I been missing?
My meter is wrong and the words are cliche;
I read through some works to learn of their ways.
My muse elludes me; I want to write!
The pen, in it's might, allows me to try,
But I've more to learn to get it right.
I'll continue to try, and continue to write.
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