writing is like
picking at a scab
and then
wincing
ouch!
taste the blood
that trickles
down
down
down
yur leg.
writing is like
you
stuck on the pot
constipated
pushing
gnnuuuuugh
gnnuuuuugh
and then
plop!
a breakthrough
whew...
don't that feel good
hmmph
don't that smell awful
writing is like
i see it
i see it
i see it
i don't
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