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the keyboard is stammering

no such thing as a typo he says & al of a sodden misstakes have meaning wrapped inside like birthday presents those backstabbing fingertips have no business tapping about like 10 noisy fifth-grade girls spreading secrets just because they can … Continue reading

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messy poem

let’s avoid allusions illusions &¬†pretentiousness I want to write poetry that rolls in the mud & is happy sleeping in sun on the windowsill or drinking¬†in rain like the thirsty dirt I so want to make pies of yes, let’s … Continue reading

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