why i write

June 25, 2013

Type,

Type.

My fingers flow over the keys.

Sigh,

Sigh.

My body feels at ease.

Smile,

Smile.

My imagination flows out.

Giggles,

Giggles.

Crazy ideas float all about.

Calm,

Calm.

It's how i feel relief.

Flowing,

Flowing.

Poetry, is the key, is my strong belief.

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