There wasn't one in the UK, so I made my own.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Some notes on seeing myself clearly
They're in me, snapping
"That's what I meant."
Actually, no, it wasn't.
I'm seeing mauve and swirls beating dully.
Another branch pried off the nest
Of nonsense tight and painfully bound round
Where Me lies curled,
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