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This is not the last poem I will write.
I will not go willingly into that dark night.
Cold and still I may lie,
But I'm not done. No, not I.
I will kick, claw, grab and bite,
Determined to never back down without a fight.
My pen still holds ink, my pencil still holds lead.
This hunger for expression demands to be fed.
I will one day find my wayward muse.
I should back down? I refuse.
This is not the last poem I will write.
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