She sleeps with notebooks
books
pens, and
pencils next to her.
Isn’t that poetry?
The words seeping
Into her dreams.
love always, caitlin
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love always, caitlin 
Great imagery with the final lines “the words seeping/into her dreams.” Short but powerful–well done!
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The words seeping into her dreams…. Love it, such a meaningful poem!
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Oooo. I love this. I love pens. and pencils. and sharpies. and flair pens. and notebooks…. large and small, I love them all! Reading your short poem made me smile. Thank you.
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