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Poem
All the words
In me
Are just falling
Out
Of me
At a
Great Speed
Like a cupboard
Filled Hastily
With too
Many
Feelings
Judgements
Questions
Answers
Knowings
Mysteries
Loves
Distractions
I locked them
Away
Thought
The cupboard
Big enough
To contain
Suddenly
I find
It has been
Too full
Filled with
So much
And before
I even
Know
These words
Just keep
On falling
Out
And as
I watch
They start
Making beautiful
Patterns
Of love
And
Joy
And
Meaning
I did not
Know
The day
When
They would
Begin
To fall
Like soft
Yet
Insistent
Rain
Now this
Day
Has come
by Annalisa
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