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I have never known

where to draw the line

my fantasies, bleed out

from the end of a pencil

onto blank pages

where thoughts spill

without ink, splotches

of words, erased, replaced

then smeared again

by the brush of my hand

or is it my vision, blurring

the existing lines, a verse

left unattended because

I have fallen asleep

into yet another dream


Writing Prompt – Drawing the Line – Day 30/31

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