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