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brainstorming

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letters fall of me like alphabet rain.  I've been holding onto them so long there's a drought on the paper.  its hard dried and the letters bounce around on the page like pebbles.  over time they start to sink in, but it is a muddy mess now and no one can make sense of what words are formed.  I wash the page off to start over but my clouds are empty of rain.  

the paper is dried and wrinkled, a few stains from the previous storm are the only thing telling the story now.

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