le mois

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    • Pringadi
    • is challenged by Aan Mansyur to make a poem with a new style

    le mois

    on a cup of coffee: 
    there is a scent
    a moon 
    of that night.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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