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Damn a delilah, a Scot' in a fire butsch cuts into place skin
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Have you looked in the mirror?
Is that a beach ball or a beer gut?
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This is a visual poem that messes with form to express my ideas about language and connecting. The lines aren't quite the way I wanted them
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What most humans don't know about language
is that you are forced to learn it
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Your love is too much,
too much on my heart
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Will you crack the old
dry twig of language
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Metal geography ~ Lapith women
Titans await the next gallop
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Words can be like math, you know
Each integer has one single value,
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Comme vos lèvres bourdonnent sur le métal,
[As your lips buzz on the metal]
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Ah,
the aspects of language.
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1. long hair
perhaps This mAle
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Once more consumed by romantic dream;
In a bubble, drifting, through worlds unseen.
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words cannot words undo
they are but moments suspended in time
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shell eye comb pear tea two ass
sumpter dey dowel art moral hovel
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I do not care for prose, / it is like an english garden, / where everything must have it's place; / not just no weed; / but, / no petunia in the rose bed, / no flowers at all in the hedge maze. /
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(i did use a dictionary to help me with this poem) / Me gusteria ir a adonde el viento sopla / para volar en la brisa, arriba sobre los árboles / donde puedo ver belleza y elegancia / de mi silla, encima
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