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[cicada_scribble]

I felt like posting because I haven't written in a while. I can't seem to come up with anything worth writing. No poems, and that plot I spoke of from the dream is going to have to be put on hold. Perhaps I can work on it when I'm in France. Although reverting back to working in a notebook with pen doesn't totally appeal to me anymore. I suppose I

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[p_seudonym]

"my palms sweat and I blow smoke at your hair
a mandolin and a pocket full of change..."

i love it a lot. sweet images.