10

I think my life has cracked open my mind and is drawing out my words like meat from a nut. This is the tenth poem today and I am so tired. My head hurts from being split open and if I pause, in the middle of our conversation, be kind remember that all my words are now gifted to the paper and I am quick forgetting everything but the cool smell of this hour and the scratch of my pen and

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