graphophobia

nerveless,

i am not—

.

bloated with

incompetence

.

to keep alive

the veins in

.

my system,

wedged between

.

clever rhetoric;

loved, i am

not. inkstains

.

falling into

fractals and

.

abstractions,

leaving nothing

.

more than an

untreated malady,

.

imprisoned.

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