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#poetichiding
#~M Vogel* (sequestered from the status quo)   Sitting here in front of this screen my Artist Peppino, across my thigh-- [the greater (for the time being) giving way to the lesser] One day, I will be able to breathe life in to your strings, my love.. the way I do words, on to paper And on that fine, glorious day I will no longer need these cheese-dick stupid ******* online poetry sites to bring forth the music of my soul Nor will I  continually  need to wade through this never-ending barrage of classic  hiders and their bastardization-like misuse of poetry~ in order to hide behind the very words that should be  given the permission  to make them become, truly known. There is no alone-ness within the magnificent  resonations of the perfectly plucked string of the most perfect,  of guitars      Like this one, sitting  right here                                                in my lap.* #
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
The way that poetry can **** us all, to death