today has offered blow after blow. i am sitting here trying to feel blessed or identify the origin of my terrible mood so i can attempt to remedy it. i'm in a funky place, thick and reletless with no identifiable doors, in or out. i need sleep desperately
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You have a gift with words, I wish I could even think that...uh, accurately (you see words are NOT my forte....)
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Anyway, I love your poetry. We've only met IRL a couple of times, but I respect you and think this writer is nasty.
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