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I don't know if I’m good enough. Oh, I can string the words like silvery, satin, wild-caught pearls along a silken line... I can foment strong, heavy words like boots that march in ****** mud or hot, shivering sand. I can sling words like silent razors slicing swift and clean. But every day... every day when the word count rises when writing’s the thing and not the play, when words must stick together in factory formation to add up, to bring forth, to produce... maybe I’m not good enough for that.
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
Good enough
I don't know if I’m good enough. Oh, I can string the words like silvery, satin, wild-caught pearls along a silken line... I can foment strong, heavy words like boots that march in ****** mud or hot, shivering sand. I can sling words like silent razors slicing swift and clean. But every day... every day when the word count rises when writing’s the thing and not the play, when words must stick together in factory formation to add up, to bring forth, to produce... maybe I’m not good enough for that.
considering MFA
#words#good
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
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