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i begin to write

the mind loosens
blood turns to ink
every word is a rapture
and every thought a fantasy
the soft sound of pen scratching on paper
is a soothing salve
the heart beats in rhythm
to the metre of poetry
the soul is immersed
in the ether to which it truly belongs
the swirls before me engineer a whole new world
fairies dance and dragons dart
truth mingles with pain
every wound is a delight
and every delight a wound
the clock stops
and timelessness begins

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