I've begun to miss my blog with a vengeance,
as if it were a being in its own right;
and not something i created.
a hundred, a thousand, painstaking hours
of pouring out words and poring over syntax,
as if it were something under a sheet of bullet proof glass;
meant to be stared at from a distance
and coveted.
as if it were a being in its own right;
and not something i created.
a hundred, a thousand, painstaking hours
of pouring out words and poring over syntax,
as if it were something under a sheet of bullet proof glass;
meant to be stared at from a distance
and coveted.
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