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Aisle
I'll chew my words
Mince them into a soft sponge
Cleanse the red rage of pique
Return them eclair
I'll find my feet
Rotate along the axes
Slice through the ladder of fatigue
Meet at the Summit where the points meet
I'll get my spark
Learn to sharpen my bow
Steer the ship with my intuition
Brainstorm ideas for my arrow
I'll locate my voice
Journal the sea of musings in lead
Tak...
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