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The Flow

Words flow


Pouring from the bottle

Can I type fast enough

To capture every scene

Thoughts drift quickly

Hurry hurry

There’s no time left

I write the road as I run

After ideas, images, stories

The expansion is swift

I must grow to encapsulate

Every letter

And still find time to eat

blank paper with pen and coffee cup on wood table
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