I used to feel such beautiful things
About the world around me.
Things that made me desperate
For a pen and a piece of paper,
A crayon and a truck stop napkin.
A blank canvas and oils
To indulge in,
To breathe into,
As I expressed in words
These things that I felt,
These things I could not hold back,
Things I could not hold inside of me.
I used to feel such
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