like a jack-in-the-box
people keep winding me up
and winding
and winding
and winding
and winding
and
winding
and
winding
and
winding
until
*POP*
i flip my lid.
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A chaotic collection of writing exercises.
scattered starz paint twilight all over the place
including those laugh lines on your face.
but copyright will always remain loyal
to the writers who brought the words to a boil.
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