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by Nomax Jodevaski. Dew of the morning breaks air & sun, / recalling ice. Forget all that now. Hello. / This is not a poem. Don’t draw attention.

by Nomax Jodevaski. I hate chess. I won’t play / if you can’t shoot dice at / it. I’m no cyborg.

by Nomax Jodevaski. If there was a seesaw / or a barrel, the effect / would not be so pronounced. / I can’t bluster honest grace / without a lie to hold for balance.