Not sure if other writers have this habit, but I often scibble things on scraps of paper and when I read the words, sometimes years later, I am not sure if the words are mine, or I have copied them from somewhere.
I found this scibbling today-possibly written by me, possibly not. Apologies in advance to whoever wrote this, if it wasn't me. The wound feels Flyblown today Open Too long Lost love Lingering on Like the ghost Pain of an amputated limb Time now To greet What might be In a new world. |
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