The Thought

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Day sinks down
Night has come
While my brains fall out
Onto the paper
Then into the screen
Exposing my own
Open
Mind
To the world
Or so it seems
Only a few
Shall see this free writing
These words
That tumble
And roll
And stumble
Around my mouth
And off my tongue
As I stupidly read
This jumble of words
Out loud
To myself
Thinking the thought
Of a hundred others:
Will these
Words
Ever
Spark?

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