Out of nowhere the words start falling,
Like lead slid off my tongue.
Of all the pent up feelings,
Of all that had been done.
It all came out without a mask,
No resistance nor remorse.
How the storm was real inside my mind,
Of how my feelings I had divorced.
And in the mess that all fell out,
The confusion, loss and yearn.
In that place I found a match,
And the will to make it burn.
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