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    The poem describes a surreal setting where shadows dance to a funeral dirge in a place too relaxed for haunting, as irises dart in sync with a skeptical stare behind a backdrop draped in acoustic tones that converge. The speaker will write a series called "Eulogy Underdog" about a fruit with no force to fall once lungs have drowned in drawl.

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    The poem describes a surreal setting where shadows dance to a funeral dirge in a place too relaxed for haunting, as irises dart in sync with a skeptical stare behind a backdrop draped in acoustic tones that converge. The speaker will write a series called "Eulogy Underdog" about a fruit with no force to fall once lungs have drowned in drawl.

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    The poem describes a surreal setting where shadows dance to a funeral dirge in a place too relaxed for haunting, as irises dart in sync with a skeptical stare behind a backdrop draped in acoustic tones that converge. The speaker will write a series called "Eulogy Underdog" about a fruit with no force to fall once lungs have drowned in drawl.

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    Glib-Tongued

    By Fiona Dwire

    Passing slowly through a vector

    And dipping toes in zero gravity,

    Fabled to be full of sympathetic specters

    My irises start to dart

    In sync with your skeptical stare

    Because the backdrop has been draped

    in an

    acoustic analog

    Until the tones and notes converge.

    This place is too lax for a haunting affair.

    Bleary shadows being shaped

    By a flame damp with fog

    Dancing to the tune of your funeral dirge.

    But once your lungs have all been drowned in drawl,

    I’ll write my theories,

    A series,

    Eulogy Underdog,

    About a fruit with no force to fall.

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