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she sits outside McDonald’s smoking a cigarette on break

writing frantically on paper a story

between drags she sighs trying to keep her eyes open

as the words fill up the spaces of white


what are these images she hastily puts down

from a distance there is no tale to tell

only in her mind does she see the picture

only from her experience the narrative recorded


what have you seen that compels you to write

what do you know which forces you to journal

what path have you walked that you find yourself here, now

sitting, putting it down on paper, for no one to see




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