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I can't stop writing, maybe I shouldn't I hope the words won't cease to flow Many thoughts spilling out in an endless flood Maybe this is the real Noah's arc Perhaps the flood was god never ending words and the animals were Noah's feelings he wanted to keep concealed in the arc of his mind Perhaps like god my words are water and are cleansing After I spill what I need to maybe I'll be fresh, reborn I never did read the bible though Church sermons made me feel boringly proper
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
Words and Noah
I can't stop writing, maybe I shouldn't I hope the words won't cease to flow Many thoughts spilling out in an endless flood Maybe this is the real Noah's arc Perhaps the flood was god never ending words and the animals were Noah's feelings he wanted to keep concealed in the arc of his mind Perhaps like god my words are water and are cleansing After I spill what I need to maybe I'll be fresh, reborn I never did read the bible though Church sermons made me feel boringly proper
anna-brown
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
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