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Failure (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones

I have the reverse Midas complex; everything I touch turns to - what, exactly? I don't even know that. The opposite of gold, base metal, rotting excrement, filth of whatever type. I can do nothing right, I turn nuggets of beauty in the mud into convulsions of despair.

Nicholas Jones 9-Sep-03/3:49 AM
Thank you for your comment. I wrote this in five minutes when I was very pissed off because I'd set off for a long bike ride but I got a puncture about a hundred yards from my front door and had to go back. It could be expanded, I suppose it's really just the beginning of an idea, but then it wouldn't be a perfect record of how I felt at that time anymore.




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