Breathing, thinking, seething, blinking
Panting, scrambling, ranting, rambling
Fumbling, mumbling, bumbling, stumbling,
Freaking, peaking, weakening, seeking,
Praying, graying, weighing, blaming
Done
It's awful. Why do we do it?
I have no clue. I just knew that if I didn't get my poem finished now, I wouldn't be able to spend the rest of the day working on a big paper due at midnight.
If you find a cure, please let me know.
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November
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- Scene 100: The Door
- Scene 99: The Purple Heart
- Scene 98: The Touch
- Scene 97: After Start
- Scene 96: Less than Perfect
- Scene 95: Crumble
- Scene 94: Different
- Scene 93: Careless
- Scene 92: Up the Sleeves
- Scene 91: Silence Between Hands
- Scene 90: Artificial
- Scene 89: Rembering to Forget; Forgetting to Remember
- Scene 88: Underneath
- Scene 87: Jump on the Light
- Scene 86: Le Rendez-vous
- Scene 85: The Grey
- Scene 84: The Alley's Way
- Scene 83: On Arms
- Scene 82: The Fruit
- Scene 81: The Pit
- Scene 80: In the Market
- Scene 79: Rewrite the Stars
- Scene 78: The Mockingbird
- Scene 77: On the Nature of Nightlife
- Scene 76: Procrastinating
- Scene 75: Perils of Abundance
- Scene 74: Out of Reach
- Scene 73: The Torrent
- Scene 72: Streetlights and Stars
- Scene 71: Unforgettable
- Scene 70: Nothing
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