Loop the loop.
I add another ice cream scoop to my dish,
and continue to embellish upon the blank spaces of the page.
Each scratch turns into a curve.
The curves turn into wooooooooooooords,
but then they start to resemble noodles,
that just turn back into worms.
These fingers lack enthusiasm.
To write something good, they would fathom.
I start to write out an apology.
Saying I'm not sorry.
Didn't mean to worry.
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