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                                every once in a while
                                the tangles fall apart
                                and I’ll write and write
                                wherever I are

                                but a lot of the time
                                I’ll try to compose
                                and the knots just get
                                tighter and tighter

                                besides I lost a lot of my hair
                                by my early thirties
                                I have to wear it short now
                                otherwise it looks silly





identity wormhole: I didn’t see it coming
poetry wormhole: c’mon
writing wormhole: calm down