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Black serif text on a white background. Title: "For Someone Who Used AI to Write a Poem". Poem: "Now I let it pass back into darkness. I hear you. I know this life is hard now. I know your days are precious on this earth. But what are you trying to be free of? The living? The miraculous task of it? Love is for the ones who love the work." Signed "—Joseph Fasano".

A Poem Against Outsourcing Your Poem to AI

Joseph Fasano's poem asks people who use AI to write poems what they're trying to escape, a fitting jab for Xennials who learned to write by hand.

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Black serif text on a white background. Title: "For Someone Who Used AI to Write a Poem". Poem: "Now I let it pass back into darkness. I hear you. I know this life is hard now. I know your days are precious on this earth. But what are you trying to be free of? The living? The miraculous task of it? Love is for the ones who love the work." Signed "—Joseph Fasano".

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