I have to write two poems for Monday. One that rhymes, and another on the same topic that has near rhyme. Well, I'm shit at both and am a free verse slut. But I really love the first stanza of this poem. It's still under heavy construction but I thought I'd post some of it. I'll post the rest when it's acceptably amazing. Oh and I suppose the other poem too.
in a gallery
where portraits are
hung
I level my pulse
to the frame of my tongue
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