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The Verse

Wind Within

Wind in this still,
distinct... thin
I swim in sin
till gin is rid.
Finding might,
singing with this night
I’ll find insight
signing with,
singing with,
riding with,
kin.
 
© 2015 Parker Jennings

(2015)

This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem

#Lipogram #Wind

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