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Oct 2011
What is love; useless;

you write delicately
as if words could carry emotion
amidst their vowels.

It sounds awkward;
the letters weigh down my tongue
With their blunt and jagged
syllables;

It is not real poetry;
It is the realest poetry.
Orange Zest
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