Words rush in
From crowded corners
Where they hide
Forgotten and scared
Of everything
But with the lights off
It's open season
They seek no rhyme
Follow no reason
When away from the keys
And pen and paper
Words rush in
As brightness tapers
The crawl under the skin
In fingers
In hair
Tangled, we dream
But they disappear
As morning light
Silently appears
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