When I Write

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When I Write

When I write.

 

When I write,

I do not need to think,

Like the mindless pen,

with it's jet black ink,

It never needs to think a thought;

just writes the words my hand has caught.

In pattern of curve and jagged line,

When I write,

I lose all sense of time.

 

BKrabbit

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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