Topic: Breaking Up With the Old Me | |
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The pale frown
of this porcelain mask is next to fire in a thespians cold kiln. An actor bearing no striking match. A fun house reflection jailed between walls within the mirror. This sideshow spoken in tongues upstaged by the man quietly talking with his hands. The pop of that whipping white flag clips the loudspeakers amplitude while failing to smother my keystroke punches. Take that weak font face and move. That type no longer suits me! |
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NICE
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Nice poem .
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Thanks for checking it out folks.
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