Words
In my head the words seem to whisper in droves
somehow evermoving everflowing
sometimes they stay and sometimes they go
and when I catch if even a glimpse
I write them down quick
so after shaping and molding perfection is nigh
these words I have written no longer just for my eyes
so I share them with the the world hoping to enlighten and inspire
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