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pen tied

she sleeps
with paper and pen,
the only things that hide
wounds, in rows of sorrow

bound to
empty pages,
to fill with soulful
harmonies

fine tuning words
into rhythms
she drifts in and out
of consciousness

jotting down fragments,
the paper
lies open in wait,

for her to share,
the moments that plague
her dreams
Written by jemac
Published | Edited 22nd Jul 2016
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