Spout Weed words

Writing to be something I’m not.

Not nothing

But a sense I’ve lost details when planning how to plot

Standing mid-sentence

tongue ties all thoughts

I need a referendum to sort out what to prioritize first.

Thes are my words they grow like weeds amongst the Garden  fascinators

 

 

Smoke break

 

 

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6 comments

  1. Ha ha! I would expect nothing less. To b clean one must know what it feels like to feel dirty .
    I’m glad for you.

    Like

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