Words come to me
in the middle of nothing
in the middle of the night
in the midst of moonlight
underneath this skin
They haunt me
they push inside me
until I scream
voice of ink
on deadwhite paper
I have to write
it's an urge and an obsession
while my chest blows up and cracks
until it loses all its walls
and I am all and all is me
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