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"The Rhythm of Words: Poetry in Motion"

forlorn cosmetics of turbulence areare objects associated with identity.&nbsp; come with me to Tyrant-Market wheretyrannies are sold, and with every salea foetus dies cold.&nbsp;a bold, bold ode to a persuasive soul.&nbsp; objects and identity—a physical coalition of the hostile.&nbsp;but it ought to be metaphysical.&nbsp;those who sold the world will have a hard time.&nbsp;after all, it's a coalition of the metaphysical.&nbsp; identities are spiritual and its objects do not exist.no/less forlorn cosmetics. they're ingrained.&nbsp;in the mind.&nbsp;a foetus dies, nonetheless. the hostile remain hostile.&nbsp; Tyrant-Market will be empty.&nbsp;a cold, cold ode to a persuasive soul.

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February 25, 2024

LITERATURE

February 24, 2024