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one through eight were toys,
but they played me
before i could get the drop on them
nine was a rigid type,
lost in his own nebula,
careening before i could
save him from himself
ten did not know how to
share anything and he
silenced his own idolatry
without assistance
eleven was tantalizing paper
and ink radiance, but he
boiled over before completion
and left me gelid and lost
twelve was a fairytale,
consistent sunsets and snuggles,
kisses keeping sanity intact...
the printing press model for boys
they just don't make them like they used to
but they played me
before i could get the drop on them
nine was a rigid type,
lost in his own nebula,
careening before i could
save him from himself
ten did not know how to
share anything and he
silenced his own idolatry
without assistance
eleven was tantalizing paper
and ink radiance, but he
boiled over before completion
and left me gelid and lost
twelve was a fairytale,
consistent sunsets and snuggles,
kisses keeping sanity intact...
the printing press model for boys
they just don't make them like they used to
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this one has been on the back burner for a while. it's weak, i know, but it feels good to publish something after so long.
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Nicely done, las.