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[napalmjmm]

I constrained my pen to form. When it couldn't break the Sonnet or Villanelle, my pen exploded. The red ink seeped, stickily, into my fingers and smearing my face I kicked the broken shell until no shard lay below me. Like a mad Rasputin I ran, shivering naked away from the fallen tzar. A policeman approached. Frozen, I breathed in his stone

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[presumptive]

Don't be so dramatic.
And remember