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Words Rearranged To Create Poetry

they told me it had to rhyme it had to mean something— something big— like death, or love, or the smell of gasoline in a motel parking lot. so I just sat there with a busted lighter and an ashtray full of good intentions, and the words just spilled out like a drunk trying to find my shoes that I misplaced. this isn’t a poem, it’s just like life with its pants down, asking you to kiss it before it collapses again, waking up just to do it over and over again.

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Date: 7/19/2025 1:54:00 PM
A bit of humor or is it life!
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James Mclain
Date: 7/19/2025 2:39:00 PM
A bit of both Kim, I think. It gives me no greater pleasure to think and then I do.

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