The poet’s dots

The poet

Wielding his pen

Writing profusely

Like he would share his secrets with you

You read and fancy that you understand him

But blind to your eyes are the little dots and curls in between his words

Dots and curls you would never decipher

Dots and curls that are his

Dots and curls that he alone knows too well

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