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draft (Free verse) by daniella
scratch, scratch, tickle it
wring it up into a knot,
prick it so that it will stick.
ease the ooze by this
i mean, what else to do
with the slew of it?
just a moment here,
dot the darkest, do you fear
your getting off the mark, then
hit the low note and sound off in pain,
rub it out and start again.
bite it, chew it, spit and swallow
or wad it up into a ball.
toss it with last night's potatoes
mash it up against the wall.
i can't rank you any higher
for the way your wear those clothes.
too loose, too soon, not any dryer.
what's that all about?
just spouting off at the mouth.
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