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About This Poem
Sometimes The Poem Should Cry
Setting off concealed landmines
Lighting the night with mere lines
Fall apart, come together, ring the chimes
And weep in your poem sometimes
Crash in ruin, sprout wings and fly
Sweat bullets, be deligent, don't try
Confess sins, deny and comply
Yes, sometimes the poem should cry...
***Extended version of a previous post
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