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  • Writer's pictureKyx

for your pleasure

shall i package

nicely my rage

in the oven, bake

with thyme and sage

draw little loops

boil into a clear soup

say beeps and boops

nowhere too

much for you to handle

a light read at the table

no bonfire, just a candle

no floods, just ladles

poetic hooks, easy analysis

in the book, paralysis

maybe i’ll be the catalyst

for your own genesis

and you’ll leave my rage

behind, text on the page

my wars i silently wage;

your easy read on a saturday

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