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02/10/20 at 11:17PM
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Poetry
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I sit on a stool.
I sit on a chair.
My head is spinning
with words everywhere.
Words that will pour,
from this aged brain
are still sitting here
and will remain,
as long as I write,
as fast as I can
to capture the words,
where they began.
