my pages. my words,
the long
sentences that go
nowhere,
the endless rambling.
the memories.
the overflow
of thoughtless
self-indulgence,
occasionally there's
something there.
something
beyond understanding.
something rare.
small gems
in the rough, but oh my,
so much
rough to plow through,
so much in the way
to get there.
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