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The strangest thing happened

I became angry with words

Angry with the two dimensions

They take up on my page

When what I feel

Is so much more

When each letter

Feels like a grain of sand

In a sea

Tossed about

Or like a drop from the sky

In an ocean of doubt

When what I bleed

Cannot come from a pen

It comes deeper from within

Where ache, sorrow

And pain live

Yes, joy too

But for now let me dwell on this
I am incomplete

Until I can bleed me

And not the ink

From just another pen
And today just let me be

A little bit off

Angry that my words fall short

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