If Words Could Rise

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If words could rise
         right to my eyes  
and stand unfettered
          by this page,

They’d break my guise
          and then devise
a way
          to bare my stage;

With all my tries
          and clever dyes
I’d try
          subvert the rage,

But Word defies
          all cunning lies
since written,
          not changing on the page.

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