Felix Deiss A note: This style of poem is known as a sestina. The final word of each line is reused in a different and specific order in the following stanza.

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The leaves were left on the floor this morning, like red solo cups. And the wood returned my texts with the curtness of a scorned lover.   Can someone tell me what happened last night? At the party? Felix Deiss

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Nights like these are hard and white and crack like eggshell when you look at them.

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