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This "Masterpiece"

Ryan Blackborough

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This masterpiece a work of art, an affront to all my senses.
Tombstones of the dreams I've killed have built up my defenses.
Still further blurred the years I've learned to hate all we've become.
This world is curbed to round the heard the ignorant and dumb.
Though loving smiles cradle me through burnings of the ages.
And comfort warms so readily, yet still the war it rages.

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Thoughts about stuff. The title is not what I think of the poem.

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Submitted by RyanBlackborough on March 28, 2024

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Scheme AABBAA
Closest metre Iambic octameter
Characters 377
Words 73
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 6
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Ryan Blackborough

 · 1984 · Adelaide

For years he lived in a secret government facility. One day they found him and were like "what the fuck are you doing here?", and they shot him. Now he wanders the earth as a ghost, a poet ghost (not a ghost writer, he's way cooler than that). For some reason he can wear hats but if he walks through a wall or something (not like tables or small stuff) the hat falls off. He's lost a lot of nice hats. more…

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