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"She has a certain parlousness, don't you think?" Marcus asked, staring
the words today
are no cooperating
novel, poems,
even emails
it feels as if
I'm pulling each letter
from a vat of
sludge
that is unwilling
to let go
of it's captives
no matter how hard
I pull
(Bah... misnumbered the last post. All fixed now.)
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