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illusion
Category: Writing and Poetry
the fear of writing is overwhelming now. with every moment like daring the keys beneath me. i cursor left and edge a sharp deletion; "no, what a tiresome thing." i squint towards absentee grit on a whim, and count the number of years. it's been six. (6), and six too many. have i bled my color all wrong? my fingers are heavy. i have no posits to share. and so, none will be spoken. » Continue Reading