I’ve thought
all this
Before
This morning
In front
Of the sink
Wild unruly
Prose
Complete
Succinct
Suggesting
Exactly
Sentiments
I’ve got
to
Get
A pen
At
This
Point I
Have no
All
Illusions
Even
So
Where
Would
It
Go
There’s
Nothing else
This is
It
And
I’ve no
Fuckin
Idea
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