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Mar 2020
I held my pen
Pressed on the paper
Yet to write
It bled ink
Into a giant pool
Blots of my thoughts
Big enough so
There was no eraser
What did it mean
Was it something bigger
Does it have to mean
Anything except
New pens I figure
Overthinking can make things a mess
Written by
Mrs Timetable  F/The Exclusion Zone
(F/The Exclusion Zone)   
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