365 Poems in 365 Days: Self Referential
I’m slacking off, missing days
As though I’ve run out of poems today
From this dead horse, the skin has been flayed
Number 274. Look, this is a poem about how I don't write poems and that I've written most of my interesting topics into the ground. This kind of thing amuses me. Deal with it.
As though I’ve run out of poems today
From this dead horse, the skin has been flayed
Number 274. Look, this is a poem about how I don't write poems and that I've written most of my interesting topics into the ground. This kind of thing amuses me. Deal with it.
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