SensoryA Poem by Carolyn Jeanthe words speak for themselves, any creative mind can relate
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The warm pressure from the bottom of your back to the back of your brain The clock ticks Spill Pen to paper the words work their way around from your frontal to your finger The ink rolls, thoughts linger Relax You sit still and stare at the page you've painted and say Oh warmth, please stay © 2015 Carolyn JeanAuthor's Note
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