You can erase my words from the paper, you can burn them off my lips, but you will never steal them from my mind. There, they will always reside.

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My head is a dam full of ideas,
With floodgates straining to hold them.
With each new thought, the river grows in size,
Until the dam overflows and the gates finally burst open.

May this paper be the land waiting to greet the water,
And may your eyes be the plants waiting with thirst and hunger
To drink up the words and feast on the ideas,
Until the land grows fertile and the dam is put at ease.

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[Current Works in Progress: 2.5] 
(updated Jan 16, 2020)