my pen(cil) expels or it pours
new world love
on my passive paper-
(etc., etc.)
it makes me feel ( possibly better )
-in a way in which
good cannot describe, nor in
a way which i can describe-(nor do i really want to describe to you=ass)
(aren't i pitiful or.........shitty?)

it sure is dandy that i am god
it sure is dandy that i love god

this is my table to write on.
i didn't build it,
but so what?
sitting at the table indirectly writing a poem of love
(not);
......unlove;
is what is being done

i wish i wasn't lazy
i sure could use some decent posture
i never had a hamstring

well, it is not
too obvious that emotions cannot be ignored
someone please hit
me over the head with a

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