Mar 10, 2022
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Where Do My Words Go?
Where do my words go when they aren’t begging to be set free on the page?
Have I lent letters to those who are more clear to transcribe for humanity?
The lines that drift in, without recording, between awake and asleep.
The lines that wake with me, past my dreams. At least they have half a hope to make it into another’s mind.
