The Last Poem I Will Ever Write

[octaviusromulus]

or, What is Poetry, really?

It's what happens when you take a moment,
fold it, squeeze it,
tear off the extra edges,
and stuff it into a glass bottle
as hard as you can
(the good ones fit more easily).

You force the stopper on the bottle
and throw it into the sea.

And you can only hope that one day

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[lorele]

And you won't be left alone.