When inspiration strikes,
Poems come pouring out of my brain,
Like a tap left open for too long,
Like a dam has broken and can not be stopped.
When inspiration hits,
Like a lightning rod,
A spark going off in my brain,
A fire rushing through.
When inspiration collides,
Words come rushing out,
With no filter,
Like coffee grains seeping through.
When inspiration smacks,
Stories come bursting out,
Like pressure in a gas tank,
Being released with no warning.
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