The ******* by John Edward Smallshaw

Dec 2020

I scribble out
cross out
things dribble out
and out of it
I write a bit
dismiss it
write it
dismiss again
reassemble
resubmit it
cry a bit
feel like ****
and
do it all again.

Written by

John Edward Smallshaw 68/Here and now

(68/Here and now)

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