I often have a hard time
Abridging my thoughts...
Usually
A dozen or so things
Are bouncing around
In the attic
At any given moment...
Colonies of bats
Infesting the walls...
The words get written
To bleed off the excess
The way leeches
Suck blood
From a bruise...
But here I am,
Giving it a go,
And it doesn't feel like enough...

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