My lungs being too fragile
to scream and shout out
the echoes
that had been reverberating
in my partially filled chambers,
stead
I try to transform them
into indelible curves and strokes
onto a sheet which had been waiting
for it to be stained with
undeniable and
inexplicable pain.
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Secret's secrets.
PoetryTrying to transform the strangest neuronal excitation into weirdest curves and strokes.