So wonder, 
with me, 
if you dare,
and disregard the waning references
to small indifferences.
(as if we care)
Remember phrases, 
words, we hate you
slathered down like salt and rye.
wonder if, and if, then why
and is this only my
Slander thinkers at a loss 
to write,
and worship writers 
unprepared to think, and lie
about our nondescript expressions.
Face it, we're a breed of misconceptions.

The End

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