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my lamenting heart

my lamenting heart
breathes overwhelming sorrow
with the silent tears

My attempt at National Novel Writing Month derailed. My heart just wasn’t in it. How could I think intrigue and romance when life was taking a sorrowful turn? Perhaps I will do a self-imposed month of writing on my own. Maybe? And perhaps I should plan the story a bit better.

Just one more day of work!

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