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This is a poem,
Written how I see fit
I can write it here, Or here.
Even over there.
It can be meta,
Like knowing that this is being read,
Hello!
Printed on paper.
I wonder how many trees this took to make.
Read on a computer,
Is this metadata?
Maybe it can have meaning
In the future
Being examined
Line
By
Line
Wondering what my intentions were
If I really meant to say this
Over that
Maybe it’s just the 2 am ramblings talking
I don’t know
My time is coming
To a close
Now how does one end a poem?
About the Creator
Oswaldo Gomez Zamora
On the jounry to bring a Latino/Queer pov to the world of litature.
Phx, Az
My genres of intrest are horror, fantasy, and romance.
Twitter: @waldoaldo97
Ao3: waldoaldo97
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