undercover
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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