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 Death of Narcissus

'I like my poems to rhythm and rhyme'

wounded stabbed damn'd eye
of the internet poetry buff
                                        did you not
 see the swift the gabled end
where you not punched in the gut
by the change in tone
did not Phibus car drive you yonder
              did you not
 wander alleys you will not go
in shoes more pinched
speckled finch o mourning cloud
                                      did you not
 did you not
                   did you not
poor worm plucked eaten in three parts
                    while children laugh

                                                      so forget
                                                    sweet regret
                                                      beget yet
                                                    gone sunset
                                                   signet egged
                                                         in blue
           will that do
damp churl

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