Thursday, April 24, 2014

NPM: NPM

Some snark today. I need a nap.

NPM

My soul speaks in volumes
because today I say it must.
My paintbrush fingers rust,
my notebooks turn to dust.
Don't judge me.

Sometimes I write after work
but today I'm tired before.
My literary muscle is sore,
I can't force myself to give more.
Don't ask me.

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