I am a typist, a lyricist, a poet
the words flow from my fingers
like the blood from a recently cut wound,
spilling and soaking everything it touches.
Sometimes my fingers move so fast,
my thoughts can’t catch up to the words
the words lose their emotion, and sometimes cause pain
they kill desire, and erupt in rage,
just because they don’t have the power to think

 
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