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these are things that I could not tell you;
things that remind me of you when I want nothing more than to forget;
things that have gone wrong;
things that have gone right;
things that will never happen;
things that are your fault,
my fault,
the faults of no one;
these are things that we did not do and will not let go of

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~ Friday, November 6 ~
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Pretty much the bulk of my Midterm Chapbook for Poets’ Theatre (which I refuse to punctuate the way my professor does: WiTh AlTerNatINg CaPS). I’m actually kind of proud of how this is going. I’m using my own photography and the layout is looking pretty nice. And the title is here is something so that’s…something.

Pretty much the bulk of my Midterm Chapbook for Poets’ Theatre (which I refuse to punctuate the way my professor does: WiTh AlTerNatINg CaPS). I’m actually kind of proud of how this is going. I’m using my own photography and the layout is looking pretty nice. And the title is here is something so that’s…something.


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