Writing

Something I enjoy

Sitting with pen and paper

Thoughts spilling over

 

Getting lost in it

The real world fading away

Transcribing my muse

 

I torture myself

By not allowing the time

How unkind I am!

 

I would not deny

Such a pleasure to others

Why then to myself?

 

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