These words
Crawling under
My skin.
Before they burst
Open my veins
And write a revolution.
Give me my pen.
These words
Crawling under
My skin.
Before they burst
Open my veins
And write a revolution.
Give me my pen.
Lingering words,
Unsettled thoughts.
Incomplete lines and
A cut loose desire.
Off my cloudy mind
It just might rain.
Time to harvest some
Words into a verses.
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