here am i alone in my room trying to write a poem here am i smelling my underarm fume thinking while avoiding the roam a thought comes to mind and then gets refined while i twittle my time away suddenly i get an idea send it to the zone before i go on my way
Reason for writing:
i was trying to think of an idea for a poem . then i got the idea of writing about my struggles in getting an idea for a poem.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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