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Bad Poetry
Bad Poetry
My name is Caleb Gorey
The narrative is
My brain is a literary Rubik’s Cube and not even I can solve it
The network of my nerves are syntactic
And my blood vessels are but a poem
Clotted with cells of writer’s block
Because my heart is deprived of the right words to gift my mouth
And my liver faults again and its screaming
“You can’t have it!”
I...
Thursday 30th September 2021 5:56 pm
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