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Apr 2019
Poor fit
Words
A thousand of which
Crash
Trying to escape  
from my Jumbled head
Only to be
Trapped
In my mouth
Until pressure
Bursts them to
Spill
Upon the table  
For my epiphany
I hate puzzles
Written by
John Reilly
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