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I write to give my mind a break
To ease this soul of its age
I am a martyr to my thoughts
My beckoning to expression
Give me first the words
Let it slip off my pen
Like the dress of a one night stand
But I want you all night
Because the sound makes sense
Taste
Touch
Feel my way to your freedom
I call to you
Write me
Write me
And take this heart with you
Give up its secrets held
How cleverly the wind speaks
With whispers and whines
Shhh
I hear her song
The sweet necter of chance and change
This pen takes me to the wilderness
And I am lost again
To ease this soul of its age
I am a martyr to my thoughts
My beckoning to expression
Give me first the words
Let it slip off my pen
Like the dress of a one night stand
But I want you all night
Because the sound makes sense
Taste
Touch
Feel my way to your freedom
I call to you
Write me
Write me
And take this heart with you
Give up its secrets held
How cleverly the wind speaks
With whispers and whines
Shhh
I hear her song
The sweet necter of chance and change
This pen takes me to the wilderness
And I am lost again