This pen in my hand
Is a knife
When I get into a mood
The pen
Strikes deep into my soul
The mental and emotional chaos
bleeds through my pen
into words upon the paper
In front of me
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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