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I pick up a pen- And set it down again. This calling of writing has Its own friction, Pulling me back- Into my own retreat.
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Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
Retreat
I pick up a pen- And set it down again. This calling of writing has Its own friction, Pulling me back- Into my own retreat.
I haven't written a poem for almost a year now. I keep trying to write but I seem to have lost it. So I keep opening and closing this tab.
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14/F/Singapore
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
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