RefugeInRain

Paper Matter

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I wish to write.

Pen on paper.

Between the lines,

let ideas waver.

Spill my heart,

and find some comfort.

Write my mind,

I can\'t forget the compass.

Trace the vision.

Traverse paper matter.

Write the clouds away,

It\'ll clear the weather.

I\'ll let the ink flow,

or let it bleed.

Let the words flow,

till I am freed.