PTC3 - Rac7hel - End Stops

Enjambing whilst iambing brings a flow.
Natural that flow; whereas without it...
Dear god this poem is boring me to tears.

Say everything you need to in a moment.
Take a pause before a second rush.
Open up, ingest, and then shut up.
Pills, are what I was referring to in that line.
Silly, unreadable poem that may not rhyme.

The End

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