The Sound of Story
Monday, April 5, 2010
Restart
I cannot wait
until I get to grasp that
pen again
which used to bleed red
and blue
and green
Until my palm kisses
the smoothness of a paper
I cannot put myself to rest.
I'd be foolish to stop
only to restart
from scratch.
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