I sit here tapping my fingers against the keyboard, not knowing what might escape from my mind. I scrape my plate of the worn scraps left over from last midnight’s feast. Then take a gulp of the ecstasy known in disproportion.
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I sit here tapping my fingers against the keyboard, not knowing what might escape from my mind. I scrape my plate of the worn scraps left over from last midnight’s feast. Then take a gulp of the ecstasy known in disproportion.