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The rhythm that moves you,

The words that persuade,

The feelings and emotions

That make you afraid.

 

Let them all go,

They have nowhere to hide,

They might as well flow,

And go with the tide.

 

As you form the language,

Do not restrain,

Allow it to form itself,

Just give it free reign.

 

Each thought is separate,

Each thought blends with the rest,

All of them swirling,

None are suppressed.

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