that's mrs. mediocrity to you

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a poem, designed

all the things i’m sorry for
can’t be written
in the confines
of a page

i have a fibonacci spiral

the outline
of a staircase

this never-happened
maze
of fallen dream

two columns
of regret
(one wider than the other)

surrounded by white space

a round-edged photo
of background noise

and over to one side

an arrow

pointing

next

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