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My POEMpire

behind the fences of Fancy
on a lyrical leash
I guard my
w o r d s
in letter caves
in my POEMpire
where I hoard my booty
slave of my verses
armless prisoners of my desire

where beasts of imagery
gnaw at
my slippery theme

and where I groan
under the lash of centuries
of writ(h)ing

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