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coffee stains on my notepad the kind some might call art to hang on a wall in a building full of people taking pictures of pictures to show others what they saw wine glass on my notepad it gets me to that place where words flow from pen shaft to paper and ink forms solid lines for others to read what they could not say whiskey glass on my notepad it gets me to that place where nothing inside me stays silent, but my pen stays in place and no words form concrete for others to change whiskey bottle on my notepad quiet at last

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Date: 9/29/2017 1:07:00 AM
Very cool poem. I can relate. Keep writing Ashley..............peace!
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