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my_poetry_sucks
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tilt
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why do i bother any more?
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041205
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monee
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i don't know. why do i?
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041205
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flux
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feh.
it never does to write for anyone but yourself.
if others understand, that's their problem.
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041205
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aM i DiStUrBeD?
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w00t!
Finally, someone who understands.
*sigh*
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041205
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monee
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my_everything_sucks
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041205
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monee
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tilt, why does your poetry suck?
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041208
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monee
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or how maybe...?
why do you think it sucks?
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041208
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tilt
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it never seems right.
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041209
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tilt
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there's always more and less to say.
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041209
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mon)
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i think i have similar feelings.
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050111
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never seems right, more and less to say)
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050111
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tilt
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my words are a shadow
of a feeling
grasped, forgotten
;
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050112
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(z)
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(language is a poor tranlation of thought. it is an aproximation, a truncation. i choose to exagerate the errors, to play in the inefficiencies of it.)
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050112
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.&.
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my words are
wordbugs, hatched
some might bite,
or sting, or dance
the skin, of sky
so read and blue
and i can only sigh
and hope for chance
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050112
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.&.
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i can only sigh)
and hope for chance)
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050112
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tilt
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haikus prevent me spoiling my words.
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051115
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tilt
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at least, it forces me to leave it alone. i stop trying to make it poetic.
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051115
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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