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There is nothing to writing. You simply sit at a typewriter and bleed.


She felt the words on her tongue, aching to reach her lips. She felt them merge into her bloodstream, running through her veins until they raced past the finish line of her fingertips. 

They longed for freedom, escaping from their host in any way imaginable. Words seeped through her pores, harmonizing to form the wondrous song of her soul. 

(Source: janelwritespoetry)

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