I've been studying for a couple hours, coming up with terrible ideas for another few. In any case, I feel a special kind of need to post this;
darkly by myself
i cry mildly like
one whole cluster of ladies.
i cry mildly like
one whole cluster of ladies.
--which begins the first stanza of the last poem I told myself I would ever, ever write. Because I was 18 and I decided quitting something, that you liked so much, and were so, so angry at, really meant something. --I certainly haven't written any new poems. Intentionally.
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