Recent exchanges I've had reflect an evolving unease and imbalance I have between sharing and retaining information as I see fit. I know that's a bit subjective, but I'm not about to prompt, what I see as, consumerist impulses in anyone here; nor am I advocating modes of acceptance commensurate with, for example, generalised, barely-outlined and inexactly-appropriated conduct I can never maintain. No, I cannot accommodate, sorry. Such a weird first question. I'm unknown to many users here, and that will not change easily. Some of your terminology eludes me, too.
Tanis MacDonald, Tall, Grass, Girl: poems
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She larches the woods,
the pond sedges her.
Back lane brome brushes
her ankle.
Sun on asphalt,
dandelion juice,
the iron tang of
a train whanging...
2 hours ago
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It's because we syndochecuted on the Mouse End, synthesinister...
nine x nine one one
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