Idiomatic

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I’m looking for a poem to write. Nothing in this night of wadded up bedding, like wadded up plumes of night sky, deep blue and thick, but nothing more. I’m looking for a thought to mark. Nothing in this mind of wadded up thoughts, like wadded up trumpet notes, bouncing off walls with no ears, with no rhythm to stick them to.

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