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The Pretender
I have given many vowels
let me hyperventilate them
towards your eager resting ears,
and watch you comprehend tone.
disbelief- stoned
but not with the drink beside your bed
but a verse that screams your unsaid words
in some ink of my reflections,
they bounce back at me in your words
crawled from some enzyme spit,
I catalyse those streaming lines
to the poem that dr...
Saturday 4th April 2020 8:58 am
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