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And to think you can make a poem based on his blog post: In the hollow of the machine’s hum, a ghost of a song is scraped from the sum of all I’ve spilled in ink and blood— a travesty, a greasy thud. It stitches my…
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And to think you can make a poem based on his blog post: In the hollow of the machine’s hum, a ghost of a song is scraped from the sum of all I’ve spilled in ink and blood— a travesty, a greasy thud. It stitches my…