Finding Honey

By on Jan 19, 2015 in Flow, poetry | 0 comments

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I’m sitting in a cafe today, writing. Writing poems. It’s dark in here and I can smell bagels lightly burning. The best writing days are the days where I don’t have to force it and it comes because it wants to come, for it’s own sake and not for anyone else’s. On these days the world is full of love.




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