experimenting
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It is odd to think
of poems being this small.
Space for tiny thoughts!
The NYPD
brought a bomb dog to Fordham.
He ate a napkin.
My dorm often smells
like a mixture of grief and
Sometimes,
I feel like
My wordsss
Drip, drip, drip
Across a page
In a mess of tearssss
Sometimes,
I feel like
My wordsss
Drip, drip, drip
Across a page
In a mess of tearssss
