write. sinking in often bleeding through
thin paper napkins under hand for words when need--
deep-- the pen digs in; delicate and quick--
napkin tissue tears, times where words come to mind fast and hard.
sinking in bleeding under hand
for words through delicate times and tears hard to--
pen digs in:
mind; paper napkins (deep in messes or simply creased in unassuming piles)
delicate and quick-- dabbed at the corners of what isn't said.
traces, edges, left, write that's--
my poetry.
3am
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Time is precious, so use it well,
Two spheres collide, you and I,
Or waste it waiting for dust to settle
Time is forever, and finite,
We contain such ...
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