Much of what I write disgusts me and doesn't measure up,
But half of my poetry experiment is an exercise in wretched honesty.
I look at the entrails I vomit up and read the signs I see in them:
Self-discovery at the cost of a sore throat.
But half of my poetry experiment is an exercise in wretched honesty.
I look at the entrails I vomit up and read the signs I see in them:
Self-discovery at the cost of a sore throat.
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