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A flowing of my finger tips

across a blank page

my words, my thoughts, inspiration

hiding behind a story

know one knows the meaning

for I am the one who has created it

seeking my own memories

blanken nights, worryful days

my writing is personal

shares stories to the unseen and unheard

expressions through sight now by words

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