It's not often I try my hand at something other than writing, but I have a feel for the prose of a poem. It's a thoughtful one, this poem, not acknowledged by many as a form of poetry, but I feel it wrangles the mind into playing its hand.
...care to try at what topic is at hand?
Here, I stand, used and weak,
my friend of friends, near dead.
Oh, how
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