What now?

Here, notes. Mostly. Too soon to tell? Bits of poems unfinished. Clippings. Complaints, probably. A fool’s boasting, very likely. False humility and pride masked with self-deprecation, everywhere.

God give us peace, forgive us our tongues.

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