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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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01.21.04, wednesday morning

Last night I quitted writing. Then I wrote an okay poem, about this woman I'm getting to know, her peculiar knots, the weft, warp & pile of years & places I've never known. Quitting is harder than I thought it would be.




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