prose poetry

Autonomy

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But my hand,… that writes the pen… suddenly it’s scribbling out letters
I haven’t even known
guiding itself, a mind of its own,
letters it only knows
letters it stuck away in an old compartment shelf
it’s writing by itself,
when I’m stuck on a letter
it continues by itself

A.S

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