stumped
Bespeckled
I
want
to
reclaim
my
words
grab
those
reigns
that
steer
my
ideas
and
colored
thoughts
,
which
tragically
won't
translate
to
writing
no
matter
how
I
think
on
it
frustrated
angry
fists
pounding
in
my
head
,
against
the
desk
I
imagine
sitting
at
to
write
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from