(Miss)

She doesn’t rhyme
she flows free

she isn’t metered
she is not a device

she is the greatest poem
I ever wrote

out of my skull
she is inside

she is not an image
she is a state of mind

she is not contained
or caged or framed

she is self-sustained
the most brilliant string of words

I ever read
& carelessly misquoted

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