
I read the words.
Mere words. Too many words.
Collocations and phrases.
All laid and versed,
On the splotch of the canvas.
I read. And reread
The abysmal void,
The taste of being a fraud.
An imposter, no less.
In too many words.
Yet, soulless.

I read the words.
Mere words. Too many words.
Collocations and phrases.
All laid and versed,
On the splotch of the canvas.
I read. And reread
The abysmal void,
The taste of being a fraud.
An imposter, no less.
In too many words.
Yet, soulless.
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