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sometimes the words escape me
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wan
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6.15.2014
more light
So often in a writer’s photo it’s a wan person holed up in a little room, hunched over a typewriter or keyboard, with a shelf of books where a window should be.
10.22.2011
color drained from them
Words go wan before experience.
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