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The story of an easily distracted poet.
Submitted:May 30, 2010 Reads: 66 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
Those sad, translucent hands
forever scratching upon the paper.
Words are her essence.
“Wouldn’t it be fun to write
a poem about mountains
that reach towards the sky
like sugar-topped fudge?"
The scratching stops.
“I love fudge”.
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