…actually, why not?
that feeling of having
walked through the alphabet
twice over
that sense that I’m
probably
repeating myself
once again
there are certain words
that crop up
over and over
and I’m waiting for
that blade of light
to sear through the clouds
dense and rising
with the awful dark
absence
of inspiration
…
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Hmmm. I find I can be frustratingly addicted to certain prepositions. Kinda like… Teenagers and the way they say “like.”
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Oh yes. Prepositions, adjectives, certain descriptions…a bit like favourite clothes one keeps on wearing.
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The gray cardigan with yellow paint stains lives on!
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