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The Written Word

The page is blank to the naked eye
To mine it’s covered in scribbles

Notes and thoughts, ideas and stories
Somehow all connected to each other

Within that tangled mess of words
There’s a bridge of how we came to be

I can’t seem to link the arcs
For their movement eludes me

Maybe I’m blinded by love,
no~
I’m engulfed in rage
I need to make this plausible

Everything feels so relevant
None so meaningful as our story
Written by Honoria
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