“K’B’§trange”: A Title That Turned N’2 Tangent Like Tree Branches

So I wanted to explain this real quick: there’s a poem I still intend 2 write that’s gonna B titled: “K’B’§trange” – this must B an example öF when A title becomes a bit too descriptive, then ends up as it’s own related, but separate poem. It’s kinda funny, because this poem was inspired by a poem I haven’t written yet.

Perspective | 22 July 2024

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