11th
It’s like I’m a snowstorm--
Each day feels as if my face is subtly different
I wait;
Wearing a future of undetermined moments around my neck
A reassuring, distant consistency
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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Or, "In Which a Young Poet Poses as a Pro, Actively Atriculates Aliteration, Miscalculates Misspellings, and Cataloges Creativity."
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