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[untitled]

There were so many variations of the exact same poem. All saying the same thing. I thought each one was supposed to be seen differently. This was the Fun version. It requires nothing specifically, not even Fun.

My Apollonian linear method of pacing the Mild version after my layered version, now this one.

Now this one too.

This is what you get when everything's untitled.

This I like. Very much.

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This I will
Will it break
Will it shape
Will it mold

This I won't
Not because I can't
But because I don't