Group One: Act One

Group One: Act One

I.

And he couldn’t help

but think about the

truth of things,

he hated being around unclean people,

haven’t they heard of soap?

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II.

She couldn’t help but love

to stare at herself

in the mirror,

Not being cocky,

but she’s just too beautiful.

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III.

Oh what a cliché poem!

The poem about love,

but it was all

that she knew,

and didn’t know.

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IV.

She couldn’t help but

need water,

so vital; so necessary,

she needed everyday,

to stay alive.

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V.

She couldn’t help

but want to stretch

the poem

with words,

about nothing.