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Oct 2017
I compose
as right cheek on pillow
and cool eye towards the morning
the greatest poem
ever
and
then the words vanish
and I cannot not bring them back
so
I pick up my phone
and TAP TAP the vilest thing I can
and send it out into the world
where
O
so many
throw their
***
against it.
Abraham
Written by
Abraham  M/London
(M/London)   
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