sunday morning
sunday morning, everything is quiet, and I am just playing around on line. I figured I should post something because this page looks so lonely. And I am half hoping that just writing will help be dig out this poem that I can feel in the back of my skull, but have been able to pull out and get on paper. This is my favorite time of day to write and so I just putting words downs in hopes of a spark. I have been rewriting some of my angsty teen trash. It is still trash but it an method to try and write.. Well I am done here for now.
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