Poems for 72 days

I need to a place to compile a series/challenge I am doing called Poems for 72 days. The challenge is to write/share a poem a day until the end of the year. It is yet another exercise of developing and being comfortable with my voice. I hope you enjoy it.

You are such a poet
You are always somewhere else
Stay here with me  
Day 1

In the king's palace, there is one celibate concubine
One virgin concubine
One sex-proclive concubine
In the king's palace, there is either a confused man or a god for a king
Day 2

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