I write down words
then cross them out, as i see fit
squiggle over what could've
been okay, if i'd rearranged
or replaced or even elaborated,
fixed the words i'd looked back over
in disgust
or embarrassment.
but then again maybe they're better, more real
than the ones that look nice?
now though, what could have been alright has turned into
a great giant blob
of ink.
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