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Trying some concrete poetry again.
It would be so out of character
To treat people how they treat me


But oh how sweet
Revenge could be
He brought me
Some
Hot coffee

And planted me
An
Apple tree

I gave him
Some
Soy milk

And gifted him
A
Fresh leek

Then we watched
The
Buzzing bees
Making
Sweet honey
 Apr 2014 mosquitoism
Jack
If only my broken heart
could remember
to forget you
One well versed enough in Philosophy
"knows" that nothing is ever quite true.
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