I'm supposed to be entering a poetry contest for the Baltimore City Paper today...My ex - *sigh* - suggested it, and I thought I might fancy the idea...Unfortunately, I'm stuck...Can't find the right words to write new material, and suddenly hating all my latest material...I've nothing in my mind....Nothing but...
My mental is clouded with mucous filled nothingness
And I'm wet from the sticky green boringness its' bored into my soul
I'm trying to trust myself enough to trust my voided mind
But running in the wrong direction...
.FIN
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