Content of: Sitting Here
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10/18/21 at 08:26AM
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Poetry
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Sitting here now,
pen in my hand,
hoping to write words,
strong and not bland.
Scratch out I must,
these words which you see,
before they are dust
and will no longer be.
The are no clear thoughts
of what this writing will be,
except to say they live
within my minds infamy.
