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The terrible poem starts with an idea.

The terrible poem knows it is the best thing that has been written.

The terrible poem has spent half its life waiting to be born.

The terrible poem does not speak to the other poems.

The terrible poem is a prisoner of its gender.

The terrible poem laughs at its own jokes.

The terrible poem does not write thank you letters.

The terrible poem does not want to be made.

The terrible poem has tried to know everything.

The terrible poem is terrified of influence.

The terrible poem checks its mobile in the check out queue.

The terrible poem is not this, but neither is it not this.

The terrible poem is not a notebook, it is an empty notebook.

The terrible poem is afraid, the terrible poem is angry.

The terrible poem is not broken, it is perfect.

The terrible poem knows this.

The terrible poem spends its days sneering at other terrible poems.

The terrible poem, cast down in the brocade of its making.

Autumn of the terrible poem.

The terrible poem abjures song.

The terrible poem is not at all in love.

The terrible poem is a box.

The terrible poem storms out.

The terrible poem wants to be a mirror but instead it is the sand.

The terrible poem is trapped by its insouciance.

The terrible poem weeps at its own sadness.

The terrible poem took twelve years to write, and is still terrible.

The terrible poem just appeared in a magazine.

The terrible poem won a prize.