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[ On Poetry ] The Fault In Your Poetry

lies in your spewing of stars
up into heavens as if curse words  
without rhyme or reason  
  
providing mariners in their journeys    
with nothing greater than themselves  
to navigate by and look forward to    
   
other than the I of your maelstrom  
   
What a fucking albatross    
it becomes around their necks    
   
 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
Published | Edited 27th Oct 2021
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