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myveryown_nemesisperdition
I'm an open book
that you will not read
concealed on a shelf
in the back of the
closet of lost things.
Today's poem is a revision of Friday's offering. 5 lines, 5 syllables. I probably should retitle it, but I don't have the bandwidth.