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Wanted to write, put
Words in some order, maybe.
Out of time, got stuck.

And then there's always that little bit extra you just have to mention and it never quite fits just a little bit over no that's a lot over and it carries on and on because there's always that little bit extra making you wonder just a little bit extra why does it never fit and I only just found out about this so maybe I'm excused and the extra doesn't matter but that might be asking too much and I hate this stupid fucking questioning poetry that makes me think and remember and I stopped writing this stuff for a reason dear God the little bit extra winds on and never stops and I'd like it to stop but it's about balance and discipline and I got the syllables right I know I did that bit right and the extra's got to end some time so maybe this is payback and it's got to stop soon now yes ok 'now' I say.

Fingers on pale keys
Unblunt nails waiting for words
That come and leave quick.