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Fingers tingling,

Mind racing,

Scattered Thoughts-

One Line at a time.

Focus on that Pencil

Where it touches the Paper.

You see?

Right There-

Is that where

The Magic happens?

Or is it somewhere

Between my Eyes

And my Fingernails?

Because maybe,

If I could just pinpoint

The exact Spot,

I could find some Meaning

To the Words teeming down

And gathering on my Paper,

Like Puddles

After Rain.

But instead, they fall,


Yet reliable, dependable.

I need the Words

To keep my Sanity.

If only they would


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