PronounA Poem by Celestial Witch ChildIt's all in the processBrain undergoing tempestuous peril Chest rising and falling in monstrous waves Lungs trying to keep pace with the out-pour of letters onto paper The pen scribbling madly, furiously The hand cramping and shaking, smudged with ink The writer purging her being trying to come up with one word A tremendously important word An ever so simple yet endlessly infuriating pronoun
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