pen ink smears across
blue-lined pages
made by bearing down with an
unsteady hand that isn't more unstable
than the neurosis of trying to
make words mean more
than they actually do
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
pen ink smears across
blue-lined pages
made by bearing down with an
unsteady hand that isn't more unstable
than the neurosis of trying to
make words mean more
than they actually do
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