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The hourglass spills days while penning insides and outcries leaking content soaking pages; infecting woven fibril. Using sharp fragments of semi-coherent tangents I scrape away the leftovers: Scraps of unfit metaphors fed to mounds of misshapen sentiment Rusted similes left strewn on margins like impotent flotsam Sampled words that don't quite capture the yaw, pitch, angle, vibe, or taste I'm gunning for. All tossed - Useless on paper, but useful as a dense foundation of nonsense to bolster my intent. The scribbled-out waste; the deep black marks between the final cut are the raw outpouring I can't let you see. The mess is too mottled for exhibition Too fragile and too honest to absorb the stones.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
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The hourglass spills days while penning insides and outcries leaking content soaking pages; infecting woven fibril. Using sharp fragments of semi-coherent tangents I scrape away the leftovers: Scraps of unfit metaphors fed to mounds of misshapen sentiment Rusted similes left strewn on margins like impotent flotsam Sampled words that don't quite capture the yaw, pitch, angle, vibe, or taste I'm gunning for. All tossed - Useless on paper, but useful as a dense foundation of nonsense to bolster my intent. The scribbled-out waste; the deep black marks between the final cut are the raw outpouring I can't let you see. The mess is too mottled for exhibition Too fragile and too honest to absorb the stones.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
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