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and you want to write, get the insides out, let the outsides in you half start half a dozen, leave them in the fridge next to the half finished ones, on the shelf where the almost spoiled fruit, can't let yourself throw 'em not-quite-yet, ages on begging to be finished, discarded and you want to write... cull and **** analogize, separate the chafe from the sweet, write about what you want, which will never be good enough review the incompletions, candidates for renewal, they lie to the left of this work in progress, mocking, preening, begging arrogantly, flaunting failure to your face and you want to write but you are the hanging judge, hung up on the braking shadows that fight you, make the wholesome sodden words sound terrible unright trite and long for the days of might, torrents of passion that arrived fully formed, but those sweet place and days are "currently unavailable" and you want to write, so you write of need, rather than deed, leaving yourself disappointed that you have been culled and weeded but no flora, spring sprites spike through the concretized city streets of your inabilities 7:18am EST April 2 2016 nyc
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 7:19 AM UTC
and you want to write...
and you want to write, get the insides out, let the outsides in you half start half a dozen, leave them in the fridge next to the half finished ones, on the shelf where the almost spoiled fruit, can't let yourself throw 'em not-quite-yet, ages on begging to be finished, discarded and you want to write... cull and **** analogize, separate the chafe from the sweet, write about what you want, which will never be good enough review the incompletions, candidates for renewal, they lie to the left of this work in progress, mocking, preening, begging arrogantly, flaunting failure to your face and you want to write but you are the hanging judge, hung up on the braking shadows that fight you, make the wholesome sodden words sound terrible unright trite and long for the days of might, torrents of passion that arrived fully formed, but those sweet place and days are "currently unavailable" and you want to write, so you write of need, rather than deed, leaving yourself disappointed that you have been culled and weeded but no flora, spring sprites spike through the concretized city streets of your inabilities 7:18am EST April 2 2016 nyc
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nat-lipstadt
99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 7:19 AM UTC
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