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Splayed across
the
frayed ribbon
of
fading ink,
wasted words
taunt.
Transfer complete,
yesterday's frustrations
glare
beyond the margins
of
blemished pages.
Porous ideas pale,
swimming in correction fluid
as
they are flushed
down damnation's drain.
Unraveling.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write something.
Anything.
Poetry, prose, poetry and prose, a math quiz,
whatever you think might be of interest to the
reader.
Present it any way you wish.
Nothing will be disqualified.
The voters will vote for whatever they liked the best
for whatever reason. |
Author Notes
Thanks to Katya Clements for the artwork.
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