Book Piles
Her trials
Are piles
Of books on the shelf
She waits for someone to come and help
Will they ever care enough to open its binding
And begin to discover what she’s been hiding
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Hello! I'm a beginner poet trying to improve. I would love some constructive criticism so that I can develop some skills. I tend to write what I feel
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