drafts

I don’t write often these days
But when I do I write deeply
because I feel deeply
to where I can barely make out words
and my feelings then are converted to an unfinished poem – scribbles, conjunctions and sometimes, more than often their unfinished sentences

To write is to exploit and express
It would be disrespect to misuse.

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