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poetry and devolution of zeitgeist
posers and
highway men
word salad
conmen hustling
the centuries for a few
vain scraps of immortality
used car salesman of
sadness
quills filled with
snake oil and the
promises of an
enternal eros
there is little said
now that has not
been said better
in some past age
the roses of poetry
sleep in Arthurian
dreams
and the death,
death, death of
idylls
revealing to
all that a fool
and his words
are soon, and
forever, exposed
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