My process

I suppose that I should write After all, it’s what I profess to be A writer But seasons pass without our meeting My feelings hide There’s a difference between prose and poetry I am vulnerable here Exposed There is no hiding behind a character No plots to distract Here, there is only me Raw and confused My process Let it…

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