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I conjure affectations akin
to acquiring pocket change
The better to rearrange dry
spells cast to do no charm

What’s the harm

The motive; no black magic
against the white bread grain
just a kernel tossed to flip
that drip drip drip of dialogue
dank that so often over saturates
that chitchat and our colloquies

If you please


You Tell Me
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