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Jun 5
I never used to need to plan or plot before I wrote-

imagination shriv’ling on the vine around my throat.

The words come out more slowly now, viscous as with blood-

I have to **** and ***** and wait and pray for one more flood.
6/5/25- only in poetry am I free
VanillinVillain
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VanillinVillain
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