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tidying up

i'm on my own now
with only words to keep me company
they spool off my cluttered desk
endless and meaningless
so i take the time
to draw a line of clarity
and make them mine.
the clouds boil down
towards my frown at a million miles per second
the wind whispers the same as it does at hers
and freedom beckons

exit