My Greatest Sin

My Greatest Sin

I never know when the mood to write is going to hit me. Or what it’s going to hit me with. Sometimes all it takes is a single word or phrase. An image on a screen. A random sound in another room. Suddenly, my mind is flying, and words are slipping from my fingers. Passionate? Maybe. Happy, sad? Perhaps both. Typically, these words escape as poetry. Last night, in the middle of sending a text, my mind wandered off into what you’re about to read…

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