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A Pocket Full of Words
I collect these words in my pocket;
Papers folded neatly and shoved deep inside with the rest of my stash.
Thoughts that run so freely;
With minds awoken these words come spoken as I grip my pencil and write so fast.
"Catch me if you can," the muse sarcastically banters in my head;
"Don't leave these stories unattended for if you do, they will surely feel dead."
I collect these words in my pocket
And transfer them onto this screen;
So I may have some peace of mind and alas my laundry will come out clean.
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