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#192

It's just one of those days

All things look the same

But nothing feels quite safe.

I'm scrounging for a sense of security.

So I'll wear a friends old t-shirt

And strum until my fingers hurt

And wash until my brain just works.

Little things are the start to stability.

I’m gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain

If this is a prison I’m willing to bite my own chain

Scattered poertry from my scattered brain (is this anything? idk)

if we could read minds I still don't think we'd understand them.

not very new hyperfixation rediscovered write a poem abt it

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

There was a young man from Peru

Whose limericks stopped at line two

pure love