How can one sit and think so fast
of things to put in writing
especially things I want to last
when all my thoughts are hiding
I look around and see the same
so now I'm not alone
the feeling has escaped and came
but still I sit as stone
I feel the numbness all go out
the rush of blood so cold
my feelings start to fly about
and a poem I start to mold
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