So that's how poetry's supposed to be,
the fruit is a genus Americanus
on the right is the specimen.
I approach myself through Me.
I am here and after that we're Strangers.
In the language of Passion, Hear a Sigh.
My language is Ishi, Prosody, Metaphor.
My zip code is Metrical Changes. Alors!
Hey I'm just getting started. Forgive,
take a Person's hand I don't think that Much.
There are unknown Roads of Learning. Not
one is an Original Quest for Sheer Power.
Poesia Urbano y del Infierno
enredenos en el obreVerbo.
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