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tangential

yesterday didn’t go quite as planned, but the 10 minutes of writing i did do was a poem just before bed that arrived from somewhere in left field. a rather haunting, solitary thing, it was intriguing to write mostly because i don’t know quite what it stemmed from. i don’t think it’s quite finished, either.

interesting…

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