“Don’t Cry Over Spilled Ink”

“Don’t Cry Over Spilled Ink”

Click!
Click, Click!
Okay, ready?
Spill it out across the page.
There is a necessity to write.
Each line streams from the pen.
Sometimes the way is obstructed,
Other times free from hindrance.
As long as it comes, right?
That’s the matter.
A blank becoming.
Something from nothing.
My mind coming undone.
Here, right on this line.
Spill it out across the page.
Necessity rules this action.
Word upon word until nothing is left.
It requires a firm hand and a lose mind.
Give it a try.
Spill it out across the page.

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