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my melon is strangled by digits squeezing at keys
begging for a star to shine on the pages of these
i pick and choke and suck and bash
i struggle to muster a thought to lash
trying and prying disrupting natures flow
i must find the strength to just go
let the words bleed from the fingers tips
like the necter from Eves Garden drips
slop it up with the mind
in relaxation the words you will find
no one is to be the judge of your literaty steeds
embrace your melon and spit its seeds