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Jan 2013
The words leave my fingertips like a running faucet
Ideas flow from my brain like a stream
I loose myself in the words
Lost in my own reality
Not thinking
Not hearing
Not seeing
Go on instinct
Let the words take over your senses
Writing sooths the broken soul
Amy John
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