Fucking meds. Well, I was pretty UP last night. My brain was on fire, writing for two, maybe three hours. Just one poem, but it's a series set of 18 stanzas, kind of mirroring 13 ways of looking at a blackbird. and then i couldn't sleep because my mind was in the "spin off zone", i like to call it where i get an idea and five thousand others spring
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