To write is to breathe

Lungs brimming with fire

To write is to eat

Satiating the hollow ache

To write is to rage

Earth quaking beneath heavy feet

To write is to drink

Cleansing the soul of yesterday

To write is to love

Chaste as freshly fallen snow

To write is to live

Brightly strung days of spring

To write is to lust

Lightning strong and wild

To write is to fear

Hiding from daylights judgmental eye

To write is to hope

Innocent flutters of hummingbird wings

To write is to be

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