word's on paper

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I may sound mean

Like I don't care

my word's become

something carefree

my thoughts always race

to my mouth

there's never a cure

except one

which completes me

all those thoughts

write along, the page

clearing my brain

feeling like a weight

has bin lifted

sharing the light

to the dark

the moon

to the sun

of thing's to do

all to write

I can speak

I was never

that weak

flowers bloom

over the water

I'm Complete

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