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the ForeWordable(s) from yesterday's spam goes to:

The Noun We Spoke Was No Great Word

By the focus on the minutes, the seconds
I could have thought anything.
I could have showed you myself.
I could have cured time.

But by degree I was pressing.
Left to hear berating.
Learning to better experience
Whichever manicured sounds we came to.

Immediately,
And over months,
I cried and started home.
I told you I was convinced
That what we'd created stayed built.
And it was no approximated miracle.

by evandebacle

&

Toren? Toren? Toren Thornton?

my mother was convinced that I had left.
each day, she walked around the room,
`You left.', she cried, `I had but 1350 weeks'

I began berating her: `Ma!'- pointing
to myself, worked up-
`Focus. you need to hear sounds. that's it.'

But no. What could I do? She could not
hear nouns. We could not have
her cured,
and time had not approximated a miracle.

by colin

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