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torn between
what I want to do
and what I must

my heart rages
and growls
discontented

the back of
my neck
prickles
with red hot
desire

thrusting a
knife
into cold sand
I am able to
cut out
the parts of
my life
that bind me
to
mediocrity

I grow claws
and fangs

ruthlessly
attacking
distractions

that impede
creativity

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