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POETIC INJUSTICE
Poets dry up
like muddy rivers
the earth cracks and swallows their words
as if they were fish
being flushed down a toilet
Poets dry up
like small woolen socks
wrung out
and hung out beneath the sun
that one eyed dragon with hot August breath
It's May 24th
2:15 PM
and suddenly
it's a bit too warm
to write much today.
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