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The perfect words
I hear the words in my head
Like a song
A song that may never end
The text runs through my mind
Racing to find
The perfect rhyme
From my brain
To the pen
Laying on the flat plain
Of the paper where the words dance
Dance like a fire
Where it only takes one glance
To ignite your interest
To keep you reading
Sometimes I feel like a chemist
The way the words mix
Is like a perfect chemical
That brings out your magic fix
Of emotions
That can make your eyes bright
Or hinder your motions
In the fright
That the words bring upon you
Sometimes it just might
Just might make you cry
The words that rush through my mind
Constantly trying to rhyme
Never ending they try to find
The pairing that will bring
The end
The end to everything
Like a song
A song that may never end
The text runs through my mind
Racing to find
The perfect rhyme
From my brain
To the pen
Laying on the flat plain
Of the paper where the words dance
Dance like a fire
Where it only takes one glance
To ignite your interest
To keep you reading
Sometimes I feel like a chemist
The way the words mix
Is like a perfect chemical
That brings out your magic fix
Of emotions
That can make your eyes bright
Or hinder your motions
In the fright
That the words bring upon you
Sometimes it just might
Just might make you cry
The words that rush through my mind
Constantly trying to rhyme
Never ending they try to find
The pairing that will bring
The end
The end to everything
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