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Flat (Free verse) by Skamper every hollow air filled dip
on my crinkled cardboard form
a never ending pattern
tiny waves
shallow and bland
unrelieved by even the faintest sigh
tastes of beige
the fight -
I picked with you
didnât have the same fire
my heart
refused to beat any faster
and my mouth â
well
it lacked bite
so I just
drove too far with the tank on empty
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