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Sometimes the words come. Cascading, tripping over each other On the white of the page in red teacher pen. Sadness, venom, despair. Take a word and spill its guts. Bleed it for answers and pour.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
Spill
Sometimes the words come. Cascading, tripping over each other On the white of the page in red teacher pen. Sadness, venom, despair. Take a word and spill its guts. Bleed it for answers and pour.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
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