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bad poetry
it exists elsewhere
a hovering landmass, a printed name
on some drawing
Man painted
men
women
who cry names
hovering
in pain
in celebration
in admiration
in confinement
in love
in a hurry
and slowly they become ink
marking longing
nostalgia
as
something bad
like words
that attempt to convey
in form, meaning
some structure
what it is
to be born
to not have
a home
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