The poet sharpened his words:
Shaped movements into dance
sounds into music.
Yet no matter how deliberately
beautiful his words are
They could not surpass my love for you.
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By Monoid the Confessor
Digging through the Tomes
To Imaginary Friends
The Department of Paradoxes
hereby officially sanction
This collection of words
woven together by
the Yours Truly
is in accordance with
the Cosmic Unplanning Act
as of May, 2009
Backed with the full faith
and credit of
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