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Bad Poet | Nov 16th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

I find myself hidden
Between the conflation of words
And the compounding ideas
Surrounding personal kingdom expansions
And sourcing improved territory
The meaningless augmentation of more
And the distraction of a scene viewed from a distance
Creating an unnecessary dark cadence
Leave me free from these desires
To float on a whisky sour
And stare into a colourful sky
And be content

Poet Bio

Just a civil servant, expanding some words to create a mental picture

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