365 Poems in 365 Days: Self Criticism
I write bad poetry at 3 in the morning
Full of angst and suffering and self loathing
But when your 365 poems project is behind
I just revise it, post it, hope no one minds
This, of course, is my impression of my previous poem. This one is number 128.
Full of angst and suffering and self loathing
But when your 365 poems project is behind
I just revise it, post it, hope no one minds
This, of course, is my impression of my previous poem. This one is number 128.
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