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enjambments
spilling down
railways
without
a sound-
poets, are
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writers,
simpering,
readers
wrestling
words
roughly,
regretting
this word
squall
realizing-
this poet,
has
abused
them
all.
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Great post:)
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Cheers! 🙂
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