I wish to write poetry, the words flow to me effortlessly. I look for the Sapphic Stanza, and randomly flipping my notebook open, it falls exactly on the right page; I look for a rule in my grammar, and find the exact page by randomly opening it; Grace, my friends.
7:17 PM - 8 Oct 2018
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