Poems are always
beautiful
talkative
loquacious
until I write them down.
Then they behave like ancient whores
who think they can survive
silence.

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Poems, thoughts, and the occasional sexy story.
Poems are always
beautiful
talkative
loquacious
until I write them down.
Then they behave like ancient whores
who think they can survive
silence.
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I asked three times
for this affliction to be taken from me.
“But it’s your brain,” God said.
Fuck! I guess I need that.