AUTOMATIC WRITING

OH NO...

I FEEL MY FIRST POETIC THOUGHTS OF YOU

FORCING THEIR WAY ON THE PAPER

I TRY TO DIVERT MYSELF

WITH LIBATIONS AND TELEVISION

BUT THAT BAD BOY.THE PEN.JUST KEEPS ON MOVIN'

I EVEN TRY TO TO START ANOTHER POEM...DIFFERENT SUBJECT..BRIEFLY

AND HERE WE ARE AGAIN, MY PEN AND MY PAPER, MY MIND AND MY SOUL

MY HAND MOVES UNCONTROLLABLY

AND THE INK SPELLS OUT MY LOVE FOR YOU

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