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Your one and only poem? Your really should write more. My favorite line/image:

the soiled apostle, I blur, bait and bend
till my resistance resurrects it again

It’s got rhyme, alliteration, and a sort of “idea alliteration” (apostle/resurrects), all together there. Very nice.

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