Poems That Don't Rhyme

I write poems that don't rhyme. I used to wet the bed. I will send you a postcard.

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July 27, 2010

Dignified Uncertainty

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And so each of them finished their spirits or wine, said a prayer and left the world as they had known it. Together, they would journey into the darkness, embracing uncertainty.

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