Eventhough this looks like one large poem, and the verses seem coherent with eachother, they are only so because i put them in that order..
Getting back my work
manuscript in envelop
the rejection hurts
a tiny post-it
said some things some nice some not
not meant for my eyes
I did not read it
after they had sent it back
all pages were blank
I'm writing fresh now
a page has been turned around
I have no more past
my eyes wide open
it's just a matter of speech
I look and I see
zaterdag 25 juni 2011
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