after
the hurt has hurricaned
aimlessly
through my system
as
my senses search
and slowly find
their ability to comprehend
before
the letters are found
and the words are formed
out of the after quiver chaos
I am lost
until
my hand touches the pen
and sincerity flows
into the embrace
of the ever understanding paper
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