This is a poem written by me, Grant Clover, a beat poet on rare occasion. Without further ado:
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Year-Bare Skin — A Short Story
I’m dying inside a little more each day. Nobody sees the years in me flaking and peeling off like dead skin from my body. But I’m crumbling. These days I even have to be careful of the wind or I might lose a decade.
Hello, it’s me world
As the headline suggests, this is my first hurrah on the internet. So, hello. We shall see how this goes with days to come. Hopefully, this is going to be something remarkable. Something that people will marvel at for generations to come. Something that will be taught in schools as an example of outrageous entrepreneurship and out-of-this-world wit and philosophic originality. Something that will define twenty-first-century society. Or maybe I will get two subscribers and lose my voice in the abyss of online hubbub.
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