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miss_trust
miss_trust
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Become a genre,
meaningful expanse of generality
wait, be you again
is this hidden truth
spaces between breath and looking.
The problem with writing books
is never the start or characters
but endings.
Fake wood doors placed oddly
on rooms for written lives
balance settling into bodies
lettered and littered with punctuation
that doesn’t belong
to these penciled and inked
faces pouting without
a new line to feel.

miss_trust
miss_trust
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IraniaIraniaover 14 years ago
Nice thinking

Enjoyed this poem. Makes ya think

Cal Y. PygiaCal Y. Pygiaover 14 years ago
Enjoyed it

Very nicely done, and with real understanding!

lorencinolorencinoover 14 years ago
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