An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet.
The chaos part will become evident straight away.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
No Expectations
in love
it is the fall
that is itself
reward
returned affection
gravy
expectation
vinegar
which sours
the gentlest
of glides
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