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Poem By Alc Harris

A sentence
Is a sentence
Leading to hours of repentance
Nice to see you, sort of
As I bolted …. for the
Door..A grave expression I now wore

sort of see you,
Not - sort of nice

Words and me fight
When grammatical disorder
Can transform the
Rest into a lie
So excuse my excuse
That my thoughts are just loose
And the intentions not the same
As the words that remain

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