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frustration


pen stopping above paper / a quarter of an inch /

trembling

mind running marathon wild / millions of miles /

panting

imagination spurring / reaching for realms unknown /

going freer further faster

thoughts storming savagely / soaring high / aspiring /

forming

 

a circle a goddamned circle

why must it be closed

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