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Random Poem:

A Cooked Beat

Burn to cinders. O illustrious heart,
you are swollen with lies;
throw your volumes,
your tomes, into the fires
of pounding irony; watch them
transform and rise.
As ash carried by the currents,
they flash as little lives,
unlived li(v)es,
flashing before your very eyes.
[Watch them or not,
  but feel their fires presence.
  Heart, feel them on your cheeks
  and too the ashes rolling
  on your very red tongue,
  tasting the bright cherries pop
  --once, when you were young,
  it swelled your pride, when
  you bit--on your very little tongue.
  You became a writer
  for your secrets which desired
  You closed your eyes
  to a smoldering fire,
  but watched and grabbed,
  at those little
  floating sparks of
  little unlived lives.]
So burn to cinders, O illustrious heart,
you are broken with lies.
Or let that tongue swell forever,
but choose one:

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