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Jan 2022
Piece by piece the track flies by,
If you squint your eye,
You can see it in the distance,
The reflection of windows glistering.

Little houses growing in size,
Factories with all their supplies.
Objects growing in the distance as they come near,
My brain starts to think words, as if I am Shakespeare.

Words that I will have to remember,
Before they start to dismember.
Quick I need to write them down,
Before they fade into memory-town.

Piece by piece, words start to flow,
If only you could see my face glow.
The pure joy of being able to write,
It gives a feeling of insight.

These words give you happiness,
They start to flow in all generousness.
Filling paper after paper,
Soon, and you will be able to make it into a wallpaper.

Sometimes you only need one spark,
It lights up all around in the dark.
Sometimes there is that flow of thoughts,
And you are able to connect all the dots.

And there it is,
A new poem in all of its bliss.
ThatBrokenOne
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ThatBrokenOne  22/M/Netherlands
(22/M/Netherlands)   
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