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7d
here my lexicon shimmers
like a mirage of flecks upon
the window of a reversing car,
so not getting run over requires
elegance; the intelligence to glean
what really makes a poem irrelevant!
when you read my oh-so virtuoso prose
let my lack of substance turn up your nose;
your letters get longer but paper gets thinner
some nonsense on nonsense?
matt r
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matt r  25/M/UK
(25/M/UK)   
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