i strive for unreadership and
recant the lines i can’t agree with
a few hundred poems did not survive
my indecision

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here take this CMD-X to April
slaughter every sad song
and melancholy story i
ever wrote in every book
and html
any m s word docx
that leaves me unwell

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all the paper’s dissolving
and the memories expunge me
leaving only the good for me to
ruminate in future writings