Poetry From A Non-Poet

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Susanna Hesselberg, When My Father Died It Was Like a Whole Library Had Burned Down, (2015). 

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I would like to work in the hole.

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Super callous fragile lipstick excellent atrocious

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Oh behold, a mighty castle! Three gleaming spires for you to inquire about this stunning morn. For today a kingdom is born! Of stone and grit and things stubborn Enough to fuel the fire. I bless thee with the wisdom And the courage and the peace To cease to wedge unwelcome within a bond now deceased. Show the world our lack of ire! There is nothing to conspire As we mold our deity glass hull!

Me

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I'm sorry for what you will soon be forced to see, For I am a poet who cannot write poetry.

Me