What defines Self? Girl, white, freckles, short, this country, that thought? The phase of the moon when we met? The greatest fear the smallest hope, How many times a mosquito bit?
I am obsessed with writing random little rhymes and lines. They are not really poems or even edited much, just splats. They are good writing practice. No cerebral fodder here. Some are from my other blog.
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Freud? Are you into the existential? Great finding you and hope to see you soon!
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