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My crayon glides across the page,
thoughts race
words flow
time moves

Every word, thought, revelation
through my mind into my hand
the words
the power
the thoughts
gone from my mind.

Peace in my head, quiet, still.

Time is frozen, the page is full...

My mind is Clear

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