Collected Words Dribble Through The Screens

A sliding into the corner

A collection of printed tees

A simple method for formulating humor

You collapse on yourself like droplets hitting water

Someone lets you in to say

That it is not time to go yet

You wander the halls aimlessly

Your mind bursting with old words

Rehashed and reused

A collection of dark thoughts impinges

And you are lost in woe

A collection of fire sprites diverts your attention

You wake up, noticing the morning lights quality of newness

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