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What My Fragments Are

The words I write flow out as they come, much as they do when I create art. They are fragments rather than poems, though I do write poems occasionally.

I convey meaning — what I consider truth — through meticulously chosen words rather than mere emotional outbursts, and seek to express depths beyond rational explanation. My fragments are meant to be found rather than spread. I hope they become words that linger with those who discover them.

Fragments are precisely that: unreadable, uninterpretable, incomplete — failing to settle into literature. They are language stripped bare: meaningless, letters that carry meaning yet are not words, language halted just before meaning emerges.

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