Tag: art
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fuelogy
to notice ideas wandering at the outskirts of my awareness its kinda because i assume they are there to rend there to mend there to defend my heart and then chew my bones.
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progeny
the poet, smiling, -i assure, they were never my words. the interviewer wonders, -but you wrote them? the poet, -i found them. at the tip of my pen.
words keep wolves at bay 