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i’ve always
felt the function
of poetry
was to delay
suicide
that poems
had to be
simple straight
talk
for instance,
like what’d
you’d say
to someone
from an
open window
while they
are on
the ledge
ten stories
up from pavement
anything else,
according to
this defintion,
is equivalent
to pushing
the fucker
off

- rob plath


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