I’m having trouble closing thoughts. I have a lot of words built on other words taking up a lot of space but there is no substance. The point of the thoughts escape me. I start with stone but end with air.
I’m tempted to just post the open ended thoughts.
I met that writer in his home once, the home whose sidewalk he was most likely shoveling when he had the fatal heart attack.
fWOT?
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fLike fZelda and fffscott Fitzgerald
was Bbutton his scripted, unconditional
doomed love
toward his doomed dove
his immortal love
typed
scorned
discarded
was...
3 weeks ago

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