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Years Spent
I wish I
had more to offer than
just dialect, sometimes
sung, more often than
not haphazardly
strewn from head to
blinking cursor, back to
head, then
lips, then swallowed self-
deprecation.
had more to offer than
just dialect, sometimes
sung, more often than
not haphazardly
strewn from head to
blinking cursor, back to
head, then
lips, then swallowed self-
deprecation.
Published 6th Apr 2015
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6th Apr 2015 6:57pm
8th Apr 2015 4:38pm
Lovely brevity again. That haunted tentativeness, powerful words, too transitory, that die softly on the tongue... And nothing more beautiful than self-loathing.
Anonymous
8th Apr 2015 8:52pm
Understood, exquisitely said
17th Apr 2015 10:24pm
