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I like to write poetry sitting on the floor. 
Even when my body is sore. 
From feeling panic throughout the night. 
So I am tense and tight. 
When I wake in the morning, I could eat breakfast. 
But before that, I write a poem really fast. 

I like to write poetry sitting on the floor.
Pages that I tore. 
Crumpled as my hands feel. 
I should probably have a quick meal.

I like to take a nap on the floor. 
Scattered pages that I tore. 
Scattered thoughts that are tumbling out. 
Making a mess like the way blood could spout. 

I like to wake up on the floor. 
The day is no more. 
But at least I got out of bed to sit. 
On the floor beside it. 

I tell myself…
I like to sit by my bedroom shelf. 
I’m at ground level. 
Next to a grave dug by a shovel. 
What I wrote today.
Is beside me, as I pray. 

When I write.
The floor, I fight. 
Until night. 
When I might,
Die next to my pages. 
That I’ve been working on for ages. 
I should really clean my floor. 
From the pain that I tore. 

Or I could just, 
Lie on the pages to get some rest.

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