"The page screams with triumphs,
Flirting with passion again
Over failed dialogs, but
Moving with the sprung rhythm
Of inspiration anyway."
"I have written a universe
And roll into the centuries,
If I am timeless, so be it,
For myself I have invented
Personal connection in eternity."
"Until the page is turned
The blankness stays hidden
And the words still bleed out,
I am the wound and the healer,
Listening to the breeze on the battlefield."
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