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poetry about being yourself
3 am anthem
Labor intensive,
Cool comprehensive,
Jaded and raided and faded away.
Face like a washcloth,
Bitten through by moths,
Tired, refired, like unhardened clay.
Words from my fingers,
Silently linger,
Writers block, screw this, too much hell to pay.
I NEED SLEEP
--intheblackdress
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