words.

This poetry lives within me,
pumps ink through my veins,
as words collide with my bones.
It is a strange feeling
the cold that remains
when those words no longer
find a home.
They rush through my mind all day
and all I do is staring at the walls
and embrace the silence of the night –
I no longer find a home within me..

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