Nocturnal Sanders is a challenge to myself to write a new poem for each of the next 365 days. Along the way I hope to discover my hidden voice of creativity.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
30.
I'm tired of washing my hands. I don't care where the germs may land. Ok, so I'm lying, but the water's so drying, and they're burning so much I can't stand (it).
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