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Stanza, Form & Meter

Paralysed in a tailspin of someone else's language, I don't know why  I abuse myself like this Form, Metre, Stanza, means shit to me, forced to write within the prison of the Oxford university  literature committee is idiocy, you can't teach soul  to an arsehole conformity isn't honesty  whoever's  marking the papers

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