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{ via } Twin Sister - I Want a House Every time I try to write a poem I worry about the number of words in each line and it occupies me until I see them weighed down like shelving crowded with half empty glasses and half read books. Every time I write a poem it is like decorating a new bedroom and moving into a new apartment. I wonder what little corner-hidden mistake I will allow to remain this year.

I try and flatten it into what I want and cut out the bloat but some words are already worn in a loaf blooming out of its tin while baking. Twin Sister - Dry Hump Six months from now .... 7:47 a.m. Thursday 12th March 2009 EST