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  • Writer's pictureJafei Pollitt

Day #6: *ERROR* Cannot Pronounce This Form

( Alright, about 0.06% done with this little project of mine! Today’s style is called Awdl Gywydd and I’m assuming somebody just let their cat walk on the keyboard to figure out a title for this form.)

It Began to Fall Apart

My dirtied, rotten white shoes

Stiff with hues of tarnished toil

Bought them second hand, no stains

With embedded grains they soil

And my legs charred to a crisp

A slight wisp of inflamed red

From the sultry sun it came

Cried “Please, play this game. I beg!”

Cradled in the thought of home

Where I roam across sharp hills

New shoes, tough, to take the earth

Here I dance with mirth and thrills.

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