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Shake Paper

Poetry. Short fiction. Lyrical rambles?

Monday, December 29, 2008

I
am often given the compulsion
to burn everything that I've ever written,
though it proves to be a little more difficult being in the age of mechanical reproduction,
cyber text
is much more difficult to conceal and destroy.
But seriously, I hate my writing most of the time.
Posted by K.Sarah at 2:55 PM

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