Pages ripped. How many there's been I don't know. Scribbles of me unread. Lost the old me as I continue to grow. Blank stares at the horror of pasts irritations. Findin me. Writting something more than what I can possibly become. Didlling small story dreams. Planted in times way. Unpublished fasinations. Falling aprt to be rebuilt with every letter. Accepting satisfaction. Lose leaf tear. Zipper lick sounds flood. One two three there on the run. Getting a shoulder shrug. Stacked n piled away. Stored for someone else to deal with. I'm at ruins living within puntuations. Fading with my gift.
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