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Wound
An old muse whispers on with a bit of Wilfred Owen thrown in! It is my poisonous poppy that out-bleeds all of those roses that you gave the others.
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You Are
You are the word that never rhymes with anything. You are the clumsy simile that sits and grins.
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Abomination
You are the poem that will never see daylight.
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Perpendicular
Flickr IP. I am the room's fifth corner. You stretch yourself along my back - I am perpendicular.
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Meaning
It was you who thrust the poem into the corner and continued to kick while it cowered - just to see what happens when it bleeds.
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