My Sanctum

Location

This paper understands me.

It catches the words that bleed from my mouth.

Cushions the blow as they fall to my desk.

This page is the place where I don't have to hide.

My pen is the bike for an open mind ride.

I don't have to think

I just have to feel.

Spill ink in the sink.

I don't have to kneel. 

I am in control whenever I write.

The reason I do?

We all have to fight.

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