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Apr 2019
Poetry has lost it’s meter, it’s rhyme, it’s soul
All that is left is a gaping hole
For when prose is poetry
And poetry is prose
An artform has died, and a new began.
Written by
Josh Wood  29/M/Texas
(29/M/Texas)   
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     Isobel G, Annika J and Tim Garemore
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