like a jumble
in my brain
still in joy
and forged in pain
rising now
unending stream
in the light
and in the dream
tight my chest
and i must write
releasing words
into the night
born in hate
rise in sorrow
words to reach
my new tomorrow
to be free
thoughts must flow
in my mind
words must grow
glory words
in tumbling fall
my heart my soul my mind
my all
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I guess they're all ultimately released into the night, but that part is prolly immaterial. Prolly?
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