When everything that grows out your head
is venomous and predatory
to the point in which others around you turn to stone
and freeze you out, while you kill part of them
kill your self
to be born again
in less pain
post modern verse
When your big head, all of them
The poison, looting
The point is, around the stone other
It also destroyed some of them, you freeze
Kill yourself
Reborn
In much pain
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It is strange how I came to pass this page.
But I've been intrigued, and would love you to explain to me the method through which you translate poetry into post modern verse.
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