i could write the story of my life remembering all that was,
forgetting the things i forget. i couild start at the beginning,
work through to the end when it comes. it could be that way.
may be, i have already written much of it in bits and scraps
here and there. such is the way of it. some things come random.
not as you expected. i was to tell my story, you said.
i cannot be
bothered. there is no interest.
if there is, it can be googled, gathered, stitched quilt like into some
image.
i cannot remember my granpa fondly, for he was dead a while before.
you told me your tale, silked tongue, the things you wished me to know.
not
impressed.
no need to impress. cat **** leaves on skin leave black marks. remember?
recall the smell.
i could write the story of my life.
sbm.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
i could write the story of my life remembering all that was,
forgetting the things i forget. i couild start at the beginning,
work through to the end when it comes. it could be that way.
may be, i have already written much of it in bits and scraps
here and there. such is the way of it. some things come random.
not as you expected. i was to tell my story, you said.
i cannot be
bothered. there is no interest.
if there is, it can be googled, gathered, stitched quilt like into some
image.
i cannot remember my granpa fondly, for he was dead a while before.
you told me your tale, silked tongue, the things you wished me to know.
not
impressed.
no need to impress. cat **** leaves on skin leave black marks. remember?
recall the smell.
i could write the story of my life.
sbm.
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