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          On a hidden mountain
     I was let go from my job as a fashion coordinator
 (vivaciously)
          and thrown by that hidden prolificity,
               I wrote my first poem, titled:

                    'Cunning Jab'
                         And
                         never
                         went
                         home
                         And
                         wai
                         ted
                         for
                         my 
                         pho
                         ne
                         to 
                         rin
                         g