Dear Julie

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Dear Julie,
sometimes you remind me of a nostalgia
of sleepless nights bound by my desire
to do the impossible. When you are filled, I am empty
of the strength to fight sleep’s slippery hands
but when you become a translucent bliss
I am filled with the pressure to do more
than a mere caffeine drunk writer.

Dear Julie,
my hands are energized
and upon this knot
a century has been rendered
never to be forgotten unless by death’s grip of jealousy.
my typewriter creaks…

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