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This is just a poem about writing and why writers write. |
| Does writing make sense? Does it have to? Is it supposed to? Does my writing have to match yours, word for word verb for verb rhythme for reason? Or is it just a thought, a feeling, an emotion that brings happiness, or sadness. Sometimes thought provoking. Making you think, react, maybe even look differently at the world around you. Do you notice a new color, hear a new tune? Smell a new aroma that you never thought about until you read that thing you read. That thing I wrote, or you wrote, or they wrote that didn't really make sense but still made a difference. |