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When I Write For Publication
Yet when I write for you,
I cannot help but bare my soul.
Each word means more, each phrase the less.
And I must say it in an instant,
What's been building up inside me
For so long I can't remember.
Every writer's trick forgotten
I am tongue-tied, and I stammer
Incoherently for hours
'Til I finally get it out.
And it never will be perfect,
But it's true, from me to you.
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