The sound of falling rain interrupts my thoughts
and the hand strains towards articulation:
All of these words stored up at the back of my head
for so long makes it feel heavy,
its crowding the area of the brain that aids vision.
My brows knit together as I try to concentrate
and summon up those forgotten memories,
Come closer and you will see my upper
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You should write more often.
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you dont write at all these days..
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