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puff
i carved apathy
into a poem.
i wanted no one to feel
anything;
an emotional blank.
the kind of words you just
stare at
that erase your sobs
from inside.
i chiseled tears
into vapor.
i wanted to bore some
out of the popular:
that words on a paper
matter.
'cause a rhyme
can be happenstance,
just like
clouds can form into animals
at a random gust.
puffy, pretty.
but insignificant.
like a stanza.
