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SHE WRITES

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She flees...

from the complications of reality
to the words’ matter of course

in to ink-splattered paper lands
over the peaks of torrent of words and
through the drought of ideas’ deep valleys

She flees...
no, she hunts

the truest of all truths
which nobody can deny

the wordless
that only looks can tell
when you meet someone
who thinks just like youself

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A/N: Right. Well, this is... gah, this is crap, but never mind.