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The words that pool around my mouth are sedimentary left over from geniune artists a palatte unrinsed. I feel so forced to make it. A starving artists' dining requests put it on the tab write it down Let me make it. It's mine. Times New Roman has a new Helen and she has no time for rocking horses or wars. Every time I write I begin to feel incomplete and it's so frustrating, all these words crowding the inside of my mouth waiting for the go-ahead. When their speaker cannot see beyond her own childish feet.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
frustration
The words that pool around my mouth are sedimentary left over from geniune artists a palatte unrinsed. I feel so forced to make it. A starving artists' dining requests put it on the tab write it down Let me make it. It's mine. Times New Roman has a new Helen and she has no time for rocking horses or wars. Every time I write I begin to feel incomplete and it's so frustrating, all these words crowding the inside of my mouth waiting for the go-ahead. When their speaker cannot see beyond her own childish feet.
lindee
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
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