remember to sip/
glass in your hand/
clenched in your fist.
learn to let go, let live,
letters lured at behest of the pen
and in turn you've resented it since.
you spoke with such eloquent
thoughts, mi amor, synecdoche
enveloped in cloth, step between
the allure of seldom & sought.
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Originally Posted by PancakeBrah
I'm going to start off on a tangent.
when I write, lately, I feel as if I begin by stringing together ambient ideas and concepts, then i realize I'm just typing the words coffee, tawdry, and autumn over and over and over, again, then I pass out dru-
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