How do you pick out a life splinter?
Is it possible at such an age, to cultivate self-belief?
It's winter, now, and I've been thinking,
for seasons-on-end, just thinking.
For instance, I think, this lady does procrastinate too much.
Why else does she collect notebooks, and fill them with her stars?
writing no-sense after daydream, and add a few pipes to those
I can't stomach all this navel-gazing
such extraordinary self-indulgence must be seen to be believed
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