Best Contort Poems

A fear contorts the boot in my mouth. Of the lucid reality that might come true.   Lucid in dreams of medicated trespassing into the realms of the dire fever. I do it every day. Shivers of ice heat, I loop around in my...

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There's no need to contort yourself into the architecture of a man to be sovereign,
You don't have to reverberate his thunder to be heard by those who ignore your whisper,
Power is not a costume to be worn in his rhythm, with his callouses and conquests,
Let...

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