confined in typeface cages
with graphite stains from where she bled
and sank into its pagesher song is but a few short lines
and smudged with an erasera testament to flawed designs
but still the words embrace her
her song is etched in black and white
and sssTuMbLeS off the tongue
she has to get the colors right
before it can be sung
for this is all she has to give
her very soul in verse
her magnum opus, just to live
her song, the artist’s curse
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