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                         And she told me 
                            in so many words,
                     that what I had considered 
                           to be writing 
                            was merely ranting

                  But she didn't know my mind,
                         she could only see my eyes

                                          She only saw my eyes 
                                                when I offered them,
                                            which wasn't often

                                And to look at my memories, 
                                   my soul, and my depth,
              And to understand that 
                                I do not think in stanzas,
                                     And to see through my ears 
                          in iambic for the first time,
                                    And to internalize my inner musings 
                               as clumps of nothing,

 I screamed through 
           my unseen tears,
     singing my thoughts 
        to deafened ears

                                                           This is my mind,
                                                            in so many words.
                                                                                                            ❞