See I Can Make Pretty Words

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I can make pretty words

And metaphores 

And alibies

And metaphores that rise and rise

To the heights of paranoia and shame

I can makes pretty and awful sounds

Vibrations that dissipate too soon

And dischords that linger noon afternoon

i could stew

And see if it thickens and combines just right

Missing ingredients too much too few too roux too slight

I could do nothing or something or everything without remorse,

recompense or reward

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