January 4, 2012
What am I doing here
This same desk
Same pencil
Different paper of course
Same subject

Nothing's changed
And that's all I can write about
How very truly fitting
I can write about absolutely nothing

I can write about love
Gone wrong
Gone right
(though I dislike writing fiction)
What's left
Which is
You guessed it

I can keep
Forcing words
I hope this
Doesn't sound quite as
As it feels
Though it isn't

I hope it strikes you
As it strikes me

In the heart

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