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Practice

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I'm having trouble getting back
Back into the swing of things
Should I start with the same set of sounds
Sounding out syllables
Maybe my sultry symbols
Will soon cease to sting like symbols

Or Maybe
I Should Write
As
Little
As
Possible
To Make My Words Appear More...
Than Just Words

What if it doesn't need to mean anything?
And all that matters is how the words sound?
Like
Likelier than
Sailing south
Banana Brainstorm
Bar stool Mouth
Monolithic Monotony
The Paragon of Chivalry
Dial up the cavalry

Regardless, I like the practice
To be honest I missed this.

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