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I went to the library

Updated: Sep 10, 2023

I'm at the library but I've already read nine books this year.

My brain is brimming with words.


Words upon words.

There are too many and there's been a bottleneck.

They're all crammed together.


Impervious is tangled with thicket.

There is just enough room for cat to slip past.

Heart-to-heart is thinking about breaking up so one can go on.


They're all mixed up and my brain is trying to sort them but it's not quite sure how.

And my hand is hurting from writing.

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