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There have been times when I've written a poem or a paragraph or something, and one line or sentence will be really vague and I can't think of a way to add any "life" to it, and at some later point in time the thing that I've written about will happen to me, or I'll witness it happening to someone else. Then when I describe what I see it fits much better into the structure of what I was writing. Does that make sense?
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"In the room the women come and go
With Vodka-mixed orange Jello"
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