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Words

Words within come unbidden before my eyes struck within my mind. I cannot bare the ache of unsettled turmoil within. Words must come forth or surely the I of self will die. Lost, I fall within the space of convoluted thought, where only imagination can hone my mind to some semblance of clarity. Madness be the disease of word’s caress. I must give. I must be. I am.

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