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The words flow through me
I’m the vassal
They swirl around invisible to
All but me.

I pluck them out of the breeze
And stick them to the paper
So all can marvel at their existance.
So they can be seen.

We don’t always work too well.
They sometimes want to be seen
In a way I’m not ok with showing,
And sometimes I want them to say
Something they don’t want to speak.
Sometimes though,

We work so coherently
I wonder if maybe we are one,
These words and I.
©2008-2009 ~cloudelfinulr36
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Author's Comments

I just wrote this.
It's not my best...rather off the handle really, but it seemed appropriate.
I do feel like a vassal lately, like the microphone, or window.
Neh...I've read too much into St. Antony is my REAL problem. ;)
If anyone were to spot anything and would like to comment, just typietypie :typerhappy: down below friends. :flirty:

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