My thoughts were clear as paper bells, ringing through the night time sky of my mind. Sharp and clear, words called out, waiting to be next in line. My hands trembling, I gripped a pencil tight, hoping order into chaos. Not to rhymey, not to trite, no cliche, a star burning bright, a palindrome, a simile, a carnival explosion. A three legged dog, an unkempt space, a boy with brilliant blue eyes. Every idea eludes me, running to hide in the darkness. I am making lists, accomplishing small tasks, soldiers marching. Somewhere, a general is alone, crouching, waiting to ambush me, a complete surprise, a takeover. This is no training day, it's my life....
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