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“Ramblings of a lunatic”

Going mad from writer’s block,

hysteria at 

1 am, the calm settles and


I let the words flow out of

my brain, my fingers

have a conscience of their own


I feel like I could go on

forever, or at

least until I fall asleep 


the only time my brain is 

silent, completely,

utterly, silent.


By Sophie Dufresne
This poem was inspired by the song “Ramblings of a lunatic” by Bears In Trees

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