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  • Fickle.

    Today I have been slicing words from magazines like a blackmailing pro, to create what is known as ‘Found Poetry’. Here’s what I discovered amidst the piles of paper words… Fickle. Panoramic florals amplify the monochrome morning. You rave with that cheap thrill, Artificial in flirtation, A moonphase away from a world Quilted in blue.