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No. No what? I do not accept. I refuse. Refuse what? Can’t you see it? Look. It’s too much. What? It follows you. Glittering sneer, waiting to devour me. You have to go. I can’t go. You are me.
For some reason it’s been easier to write poetry here than anything else. Which is quite odd because before this blog, I hadn’t written poetry in 20+ years. Amateur hour right here. Writing painful and complex experiences through poetry is a way to distance myself from the raw vulnerability to an audience. Oh the vulnerability… Continue reading
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