this poem
started as a song:
a kind of phony
symphony
for you see
though i am
no troubadour
i am in trouble
accommodating
measures of rest
into this
turbulent
attempt
at spacial unity
started as a song:
a kind of phony
symphony
for you see
though i am
no troubadour
i am in trouble
accommodating
measures of rest
into this
turbulent
attempt
at spacial unity
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