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Feb 4
I had written what I felt,
Noticed to each end,--
There was no error...
No misinterpretation...
No ploy in intention...

Just a slant rhythm.

In which, words, spare,
Devoting to its extremest clause,--
Explored the abstract...
The metaphysical...
The classical...
"How do I feel? Who knows..."
Jason Trinh
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Jason Trinh  25/M/NC
(25/M/NC)   
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