Cascading letters,
Aligned to the left,
Maybe if I write the same word,
Over,
and over,
and over,
and over,
and over,
again then nothing will matter.
So I take my letters,
My words,
My sentences ,
But to no avail.
Because the truth is;
the formatting doesn't make the poem,
The poet does.
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