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The Ink is flowing,
Lamplight is glowing,
Specters dance in my head.
Waiting for that creative spark,
To pull life out of the dark,
And express what needs to be said.
For when the voice shakes,
And a heavy heart aches,
The pen releases the spell.
Twisted insides unwinding,
I’m finally finding,
The way to break out of my shell.
