Writing

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My creative tools
sit on my lap
and wait,
simply stunned,
from all that I do.
I work and work
the keys,
not making music,
but words in a document.
Black and white,
the screen shows
what my fingers can do.
Writing away, slowly,
yet working the little
raised buttons,
until a conscious stream
of thought can make its way
down.

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