My hands will not slow down
Words are breaking free
Poetry flowing out of me
Like a mighty waterfall
Spilling across the page
No structure or order
Beauty out of pure chaos
A break from the monotony
Involved with novel writing
No worrying about the plots
No character development
Nothing but my own expressions
My own thoughts and ideas
A complete freedom of words
That won't let me slow down
They will never stop flowing
Until I write my very last page
And then my hands will stop
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