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| werewolf |
nobody likes a globalizing poet, a curious king george the second type of vernacular, to hear their home, described like a another's, like a back porch, like somewhere to drink lemonade? when you try to talk about everyone, you end up saying nothing, because that's all we have in common, that endpoint, abyss, that etc. and yet, who can help it? really, who among us understands the language of the poet like the poet does, even though they try to speak our mother tongue? sometimes a poem seems, harsh at first, but it becomes your home, grows around it. sometimes a poem is a benevolent empire, a hollywood instruction. and maybe not you, but your child, will share another's eyes. |
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