(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
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    Poetry

    my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )

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    looking at the stars

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    and they'll write the same thoughts as i do 
    with different combinations of symbols
    just as an aztec villager once dreamt this poem many moons ago,
    on the same night that an aboriginal tribesman looked up 
    at the night sky 
    and threw dirt on their dotted magnum opus,
    knowing they could never hide the stars from other artists' eyes.
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