i keep saying that which i have said before.
i keep saying that which has been said before.
all my words come back to
me
. . . . . in shades of
mediocrity
i keep losing my hair ties in the sleeves of my sweaters and my
words in the old refrain. same and same and same. reach the coda and back to
the beginning. same harmonies, same dissonant chords.
i am getting positively boring.
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hiatus until something new comes along?
could i stay away that long?
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