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The words write themselves
The thoughts think themselves,
And the actions be themselves.
I simply sit back,
And let the work carry itself.
I sit back as a medium
For experiences and feelings
I don't understand.
Feelings arrive sub-conscientiously
Without warning, place or purpose.
I simply type the feelings
Of a far away place,
Only felt in my heart.
Creation takes place
In random assortment,
And poems gush from
A place unknown.
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