25 January 2013
The Words Fall Onto The Page Muddled In my brain
Muddled In my brain
But They Drop Onto Paper, Scratching Into Wood, Carving Onto Stone. They Spill Out On The Page Spill Onto Paper. The Words Coming Together And Some Falling A P A R T
But They All Come From Somewhere
Somewhere deep inside
Someplace Once Kept Locked That's Now Open And Is On One Hell Of A
Ride
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