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.
Monday, July 4, 2016
thirst
the well is deep
and dark
... and cold
the water rank
imbued with old
regrets
and wishes unfulfilled
and yet I stop
to drink
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