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Day 14- Write a bad poem, make it as lousy as you can, do everything wrong, let yourself be awful.

Stringing words together like paper,

Fire dancing,

Movement like water vapor.

Toward you I am glancing.

That morning I gave you my heart,

But the world never knew me at all.

I need a new start,

I’m going to fall.

In the dirt.

Mud.

Oops.

Well…..

This is gross.

I think

I need

A shower.

(Sidenote: I tried my best to make this awful. I forced myself to make crappy rhymes, the topic makes pretty much no sense, and then I just got sloppy at the end and went totally off-track AND out of structure. So… yay for awful poetry!)

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