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confessions

some day,
new words will follow,
within each moment
how many times
have i thought
and unthought,
my ideas
deleted,
steady breathing
in, out,
waiting, waiting
until something
directs my pen,
stab  
the page,
blood stained ink,
watch it bleed
while
waiting on
my next confession.
Written by abetterstart (james skinner)
Published
Author's Note
when i have nothing in mind to write about, i wrote about not writing
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