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when I’m in the mood
I edit old poems
savagely
I reconsider my thinking
from back in the day
cancelling past efforts
tidying up I call it,
paring the meaningless
fillers, chaff, strings
until they feel like silk
between my lips
or vomit, bile, venom
spat through gritted teeth
I edit old poems
savagely
when I’m in the mood
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© Graham R Sherwood 10/23
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