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What is
it
drives us to write?
To put words
on paper.
What is it
pushes me
to let myself become
defined
by
sentences?
Sitting,
reading,
I must write.
Planting seeds
in the garden,
I must write.
Stirring a sauce
for dinner,
I must write.
Driving
over bridges,
words move around in my head,
pushing,
pushing
to be let out
and come together
on paper. |