It came, in vain, like hemophilia
Pouring my heart out, page after page
The ink and drink, fuel for my feelings
Finished, crumpled, thrown away
Tongue-tied, teachers ease articulation
Still could not find the words to say
In workshops and anonymous circles
Met indecision and uncertainty
At last, in mind, found peace and passion
When mind is sound hear thoughts of mine
Forget the notes and rote confessions
Between the lines we shine
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