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Surrealismic .
The poetic mind is a terrible
thing to taste, the flu virus
has nothing to do with
either the fevers of the lyric,
the coughed out cadence, or
the wheezing necessity to find
the word, the only word
possible for the perfectly
possible line.
.
Makes the chest hurt reading
the lines out loud. Sweat
from poetic pores stymie
the creativity if not swiped
away and stored.
.
Lady A
.
