I am riddled with
Bites of Inspiration.
Nipping at me while I scurry through my harried day,
I am toughened by time avoiding their teething,
And swat them away as bothersome, useless mosquitos.
How foolish I must be to think they will not leave a mark?
Red and itching, I sit, uninspired,
Blemishes at my heels, too often left untended.
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