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Scrawled Out

The hate note I shouted

at the back wall of my skull

I angrily over-edited


so long the spittle

I intended to smear

across your upper lip


settled on my desk

into a tiny, calm pond

reflecting this gorgeous


gorgeous this reflecting

dusk washing over my

illuminated, disappointed face.



Posted 10/16/17
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Scrawled Out reflects unintended outcomes?
10/18/17 9:27am