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.An Ode.

My mind's voice is hoarse

from so many ideas flowing at once

So many words needed to be expressed

The paper is my echoing wall.

These aren't the words I want!

Some fit better than others

while they may all mean the same thing

This is the hardest choice but it is the best

A life flows from my fingers to the parchment

Yet so too does a new essence flow into me

Be it a poem, a story, or a letter

This is the energy I can't convey through spoken word.