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Dec 2019
Writing a million drafts
Of inadequate poems that barely qualify as such
The amount of published works is exceeded by the number of drafts
The delete button lurks below
But shall never be touched
Every untitled draft contains a thought from a time in which I could do nothing but write out my feelings to relieve the chemicals rushing through my brain
The drafts are not neglected
They are read to remind myself that I have felt just as unpleasant and survived
Some are grown into published works and are allowed into the outside garden
While others continue to sit in my metaphorical windowsill
Only to be seen by those I let in and myself
I feel like I didnt end this right but I couldn't figure out how to conclude it. Some of my drafts are actually really nice and have some good lines in them. But sometimes I just have really high standards and if it's not perfect then I dont publish it. Right now is not one of those times. I dont even know what the garden metaphor thing was?
Squid
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Squid  16/F
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