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I'm bending words again,
twisting stanzas
out of shape,
like balloon animals
about to pop.

I'm the man behind
the counter at the carnie
calling out as you
wander by

and you keep on
walking --
I would, too --
as my voice
and my poems
linger in the air
behind you,

fading shadows
of false rhymes.

#smallpoems