a poem for today, 18 February 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of 7 sentences and its image]
When the reader finds words of common usage in the pages that follow, he is urged to interpret them in a straightforward way.
God has slipped over the horizon.
I have a terrible case of imposter syndrome, feeling like at any moment everyone is going to find out I have no qualifications and no idea what I’m doing.
There is no labor history section.
I'm a member since a few days but I can tell you it's really comforting to know there is a world that resembles to you.
Guilt in search of a crime.
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