Here is the customary poem I create from either the first two or last two words from each written piece in the upcoming issue, due in a few weeks.
final glance
making it
my camera
just outside
of friends
and expression
It spat
their heads
through clouds
Everybody in
far - away
the ground stays stuck
tidal shifts
To guarantee
only disappointment
and time
the release
I read
I agreed
this much
we left
The absence
bus fare
and waiting
final glance
making it
my camera
just outside
of friends
and expression
It spat
their heads
through clouds
Everybody in
far - away
the ground stays stuck
tidal shifts
To guarantee
only disappointment
and time
the release
I read
I agreed
this much
we left
The absence
bus fare
and waiting
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